swords men

weighing my options

Coming back home, type left the car to slam the door, to stomp his way into the building for his regular people who he consults with, to see his agitated state to hold back, to watch type leave to eye the other, type went about his home to go straight to his room, for sulina to pass him in the hall to then turn to follow.
"Type? So how did it...."
Type turned to look over sulina to then scoff, he turned to go to his room.
"Fuck off!"
Sulina widened his eyes to watch this to place his hands to his hips to shake his head.
Such a child for a 24 year old man.
Sulina rolled his eyes to then turn to leave, he had better things to do.
Inside his room, type sat to his bed to be hunched over a bit to have what tharn wrote to read and reread like crazy, he then groaned to flop to his bed to look to the ceiling to have the note to his hand to have his free one to his forehead to rub.
What the hell does he want!! Why does he want to meet with me! Bastard tried to kill me and....
Type raised an eye brow.
Revenge, that has to be what it is.
Type took in a very deep breathe to continue to stare up.
That has to be what this is, probably wants to finish me off.
Type scoffed to then get slowly up to then throw the note to his side to go to his bathroom, he then went inside his shower after he took off his clothes, to have his forehead to the wall, to have one hand to it, to have the free one dangle to eye down has the hot water consumed him.
Seeing tharn...... Does shock me.....ugh, can't believe he cut his hair, he had such beautiful length of hair, why the hell cut it!
Type then took in a deep breathe to make a face.
Why am I thinking in that direction? I need to figure out a way to get him before he gets me. What can I do? Should I bring someone? Would he know that? What all does he have plan? Should I go? Should I stay away? Not like we're kids any more, what is honestly going to do?
Type opened his eyes to dart them about.
What will he actually do if I don't go? It's not like when we were kids.
Type gritted his teeth to groan has flashes off his youth went off in his head, they made him hard and his heart beat wildly, he then took in another deep breathe to press his forehead to the wall a bit harder to close his eyes once more to remember what tharn did to make the other memories go away.
Types hard on went away instantly, for him to then place his free hand to run his fingers up and down the scar tharn left.
He tried to kill you type, everything that happened with the two of you, that was his plan. I'm sure he is going to try and finish the job, I just have to be one step ahead but how? What all call I do? Thinking of bringing someone but who? Should I bring sulina?
Type couldn't help but to laugh to turn to place his back to the wall to eye forward to place his hands to his neck to grip.
I have to figure this out, the first thing I need to figure out is, am I going or not?
Type narrowed his eyes.
I don't go, what is he going to do? Fuck! I honestly don't know, knew what he would do when we were younger but now? I really don't have a clue. Think both options will end in him trying to kill me.
Type then leaned his head up to close his eyes to feel the water go to his eyes to take in deep breathes where he could.
Maybe I need to finish the job.
Type parted his lips under the water to then slowly move his head down to place his hands to his face to wipe away the water to them blink rapidly to raise an eye brow.
I could finish the job, meet him, then kill him, I have become very skilled with small knives, sure I can secretly bring one in, what is he going to do frisk me? Would love to see the fucker try, that asshole is never going to mother fucking touch me again.
Type then turned to turn off the water has it was starting to get cold, to then leave the shower to gather a towel to place about his mid section to then grab another towel to place to his body to his hair to then dry to leave the bathroom to walk about his room to think.
Think this is the best plan, go see him, then bring a little treat for the fucker and kill him! I know for a fact that is why he is wanting meet up with me, if it was something to do with the gangs the asshole would have told his speaking assistant, can't believe he is still not talking.
Type rolled his eyes to then stop to his room to then throw the towel to the hamper to then sit to the edge of his bed to hunch himself over to eye down.
Why does your thoughts keep going in that direction? What does it matter about his hair or the fact he isn't talking?
Type rolled his eyes to then flop himself to the bed to groan a bit.
Tonight..... I'm going to go, be there at 9, bring something to end that mother fucker once and for all, maybe with him not here anymore I can be better for sulina maybe?
Type signed to then go to his side to eye across the way a bit the note to then flex his jaw.
He then closed his eyes to think about every detail of the plan.