Haruto Katashi
He hit where he wanted and a light smile crossed his face. He could still aim although if this was good thing was still hard for him the grasp. His faced dropped however as she dropped from the birds mouth, hadn’t thought that part through all the way, she would be fine right? As he thought that the hobo suddenly appeared and caught her, he was fast for a homeless person. He gave a puzzled look to the scene in front of him as the hobo started to ride the chicken, what exactly was the goal of this? He shook the thought from his mind; it was just a dream after all wasn’t it?
The girl approached him and made a rather odd demand of him. She wanted the gun to go kill the chicken? Sure he would be pissed if that had happened to him but this was a school girl a short one at that. His face broke into a broken chuckle as he tried to hold back from laughing. “That’s adorable.” He places his left hand on her head and rubbed it messing up her hair like that of a child’s. “You know I hit him right?” he spoke out a moment after in response to her criticism as he removed his hand from the top of her head.
Thinking about it as he looked back to the chicken, the idea of a short school girl being a super bad ass sounded rather awesome, hell it was just a dream right why not try to make it better. Normally he would of never handed the gun over to anyone but this was just a dream right? He flied the gun around so that the barrel was in his hand and the grip was pointed towards her. “Go nuts just give it back when you’re done, things aren’t cheap.” After giving it to her he took a step back and was just going to watch with his hands in his coat pocket. If anything he just wanted to see where this dream of his was actually going before he woke up.
The thought suddenly crossed his mind, what if this wasn't a dream? What if this was all actually happening? the cold steal of the gun sure felt real, the sound of it ripping threw the air sounded real, the girl who's head he had patted felt real. The breeze in the air the sun beating down on him, these were details that were not normally in his dreams. he looked away from the action for only a moment as he pulled off his left glove and looked at the mark on his hand. This wasn't a dream was it? He quickly put it back on and began to regret the decision to give this girl a weapon. He watched intently at was that was happening while in his mind he tried to place together what it was that was actually happening and how it would all play out in the end.