Where Is The Whistle Horn?
"Duncan.." Lenny muttered lowly, "I thought you were on our side. What would you have done if that had killed him?"
Duncan chuckled as he stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in simple clothing like he always had, trousers and and a simple shirt, buttoned not all the way up, leaving a part of his chest bare for eyes that wanted to admire his manliness.
He also had a pink head warmer on that had his name clearly written above it.
Duncan swaggered out, he had no fear in his walking steps and spoke with even more confidence. "If he had died, then putting a chance on you wouldn't have been worth it in the first place."
Those words made Lenny frown a little. Besides, Duncan was not his amicable friendly self that he had always been. Instead, he had a more oppressive aura about him, like a gorilla that was warming up to a challenge.
His smile did not carry the peace and friendliness that Lenny was most familiar with.