Right, fine, Charles thought he needed to end this. One way or another. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms--this didn't really do anything, but it kind of felt like it helped, so. There was that.
Charles made shot and--
"Damn it!" Charles coughed and batted at the ink that hit his face--not quite directly in his mouth, but close enough that the boy gagged. Ugh.
Charles made shot and--
"Damn it!" Charles coughed and batted at the ink that hit his face--not quite directly in his mouth, but close enough that the boy gagged. Ugh.