"where the hell is he ?" Gun groans to himself, he had been waiting in the mall for his date for more than half an hour now. he'll show up- is what Gun keeps telling himself.
half an hour turns into an hour and Gun is so stupidly waiting for him. he's better than that.
sighing, Gun gets up from the bench he's been sitting on the whole time. he walks to the door, head down- ashamed for having done that to himself. as he's walking to the exit his stomach grumbles but he ignores it, he literally just left the food court, he wasn't gonna go back when he was there for an hour.
"shit." Gun mumbles to himself when he sees a vending machine with his favorite chips, he quickly walks over to the machine and digs through his pockets for spare change to buy his snack. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." he groans as his snack gets stuck, he quickly looks around to make sure no one was around. Gun grabs a hold of the sides of the vending machine and tried to rock it, but he isn't able to- he isn't the strongest, "what the fuck~" he whines.
"fuck it." he says as he bends down and reaches his arm up the slot to get his snack down, but he finds his arm is too short. he frowns and rolls his eyes, pulling his arm to get out but his arm doesn't budge. "no no no, God, no !" Gun's eyes widen. he's stuck.
"please, don't let me be stuck, please !" Gun pleads and tried to pull his arm out once more, but fails. "uh, do you need help ?" a random guy asks, he had seen Gun struggling and decided to see if he wanted help- after a while of laughing at him, that is.
"no, thank you !" Gun shrieks and the man nods, quickly walking away. Gun face palms his face with his hand that isn't stuck, "what the hell is wrong with you, Gun." he scolds himself and sighs, deciding he'd swallow his pride and ask his friends for help- he's already been embarrassed once today, what else could go wrong ?
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VENDING MACHINE- offgun
Fanfiction"how do you get your arm out of a vending machine ?"