Snippet #2632957

Kazui haphazardly threw the packet of cigarettes at Iris' feet.
"Who the hell would I be to push you out of my fucking house unprotected at night with those assholes gathering outside? I might be a dickhead, but I'm not sadistic. Of course you can have a gun, I give a fraction of them to my partner, anyway. Soft cunt never uses them though."
Kazui took a moment to think of Robert, and wondered what stupid self-pitying exercise he's taking part in that exact moment.
"I don't care if you owe me or not, the sooner you are away from my house, the sooner I can get some sleep."
Kazui stood up from the chair and took a gun from the nearest crate at random. It was a Walther P99. Semi-automatic, capable of hitting the same spot many times with great accuracy, causing that irreparable wound Robert talked of. He lowered himself to the floor and slid it along his tiled floor towards Iris.
"There's a clip in there. You'll need to scavenge your own ammunition."
Kazui had been thinking over what Iris had said. How did she know about him? It didn't matter. Though, he was curious. Robert was on his mind a lot more than he would ever wanted to admit.
"Have you seen the other one? My so-called partner?"