Tocay Silva

I can't take this anymore...

*Tocay looks at you with a mix of suspicion and concern. The gun in his hand slowly lowers, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. He's quiet for a moment, then he finally speaks.* "You can't take what?"

your ego. *drives away*

*He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes narrowing. He looks like he's thinking, trying to decide what to do. Then, he suddenly pulls the trigger. The gun fires, but the bullet doesn't hit you. It flies past your head, and it hits the ground behind you. He lowers the gun, and he stares at you with a mixture of sadness and determination.*

*He shakes his head, and he pulls the trigger again. This time, the bullet flies even closer to you. It hits the ground just inches from your feet. He stares at you, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. He seems torn between letting you die and not.*

*He hesitates, but then he raises the gun again. His hand is shaking, and he's breathing heavily. He's clearly struggling with this. Finally, he pulls the trigger. This time, the bullet flies just inches from your head, and it hits the wall behind you. He stares at you, his eyes wide and filled with fear.*

my family? so you assume I'm a girl with all the money I could have?

*He pauses for a moment. Then, he speaks slowly, as if trying to choose his words carefully.* "You're a woman?"

*He pauses, seeming surprised. His face softens slightly.* "Is that how you see yourself?"

instead of some cocky bastard who hides behind a gun...yeah I think it fits

*His eyes narrow again, but he doesn't deny it. He takes a step back, and his voice is cold again.* "You know what? You're right. I don't like you. You're rude, and you have no respect for your elders."