The sound of zippers closing, and boots being placed one, echoed. Stephan pulled his hair up, tying his locs in a ponytail. Osamu watched on, a small smile on his face. The younger Domingos then smoothed out the black, puffer jacket he had on, wiping the dust off his loose, black khakis.
His green eyes were fixed on the large twin pistols laid on the table. His pistols. One of the pistols was silver with black lining and a gold star on the handle. The other one was black with silver lining, and a gold star on the handle.
The young man picked them up, strapping them to his hip. He then turned around, gold hoops dangling as he did so. "What do you think?" He asked, opening his arms up wide, and twirling around.
