Re: Chris and Ren
If Chris showed up at work covered in bruises and sporting a couple cuts, he knew he wasn't going to get yelled at. If anything people would compliment him on how advanced he was getting with his costume. Oh, hey, Chris, looking dead today! In his line of work, that was, somehow, a compliment. But as long as it wasn't getting him fired, he'd put up with it. for a while, anyway.
"Don't aim that at my goddamn face," he said dryly, pushing the end of the gun away and glancing over at the few other people nearby. "Aim for the vest. You know, where you're supposed to aim? Geeze." Chris intended to aim for the spots that stung - like, as mentioned, the chest. But the arms were good, too, as were the legs, and anywhere else visible. Except the head. And the nuts. If you didn't shoot anybody in the crotch, they wouldn't return the favor.
But if they started it ...
"No kidding? Not surprised." He gave the gun a gleeful look and straightened the protective gear, making sure it was on at least halfway decently. "Any chance they can get to nail a couple of guys with bullets that don't kill, they'll take. I've heard it before, I know what I'm talking about."