It's morning

you can tell by the way the light slants into your room from the east side of your apartment. You roll over lazily. The ever helpful clock on the face of your phone seems to be telling you that it's going to be morning for a good four more hours and that it's not just a morning, it's a Monday morning and you feel

[] Horrible. Where's your gun? Might as well end it now.
[] Not bad, just got finished with that month long job in Spain and the money should be coming any day now.
[] Pretty dang spiffy. You just finished working out the design for a mod on that napkin you see lying over there.

 

[x] Horrible. Where's your gun? Might as well end it now.

 

[x] Pretty dang spiffy. You just finished working out the design for a mod on that napkin you see lying over there.

Might as well. Napkins tend to amplify creativity.

 

[x] Horrible. Where's your gun? Might as well end it now.

 

Where's my ****ing gun so I can summon my Persona and have it make tea for me.

 

A closer inspection of your room reveals that your heavily modified Double Eagle is not there. You check under your pillow, under the bed, under that hidden panel where you keep extra C4. Nothing. What the well grounded and perfectly well reasoned fuck? Oh well, you didn't really mean it. You never really mean it, probably. You have an appointment later anyways. Perhaps you should

[] Get dressed you slob.
[] Find your gun, it's important and you feel wrong without it.
[] Check the window. Your curtain seems askew.

 

[x] Find your gun, it's important and you feel wrong without it.

 

>Find gun
>Scratch head with it

 

[x] Find your gun, it's important and you feel wrong without it.

 

[x] Get dressed you slob.​

 

You absolutely adore that gun. It's like a sex partner to you, when you find it missing in the morning you know someone is gonna die over it. So you overlook your present state of near nudity and leave your room after another once over of the room. Much to your surprise the first thing you see when you pop your head out is a tall dark haired man sitting at your kitchen table wearing a rather dapper suit if you do say so yourself. Shit. He's seen you. You're not the type to blush over a guy seeing you in such a state though, you instead

[] Start screaming to alert the neighbors.
[] Run over and beat his face in.
[] Ask him if he's seen your gun.

 

Ask him if he has seen your evoker. I mean gun.

 

[x] Start screaming to alert the neighbors.

 

What happened to "Mornin'... Whatchu doin' in my apartment you punk-ass creep?" I'll take option 3, then.

 

[x] Ask him if he's seen your gun.

 

You ask him as politely as the words 'putrescent' and 'mongoloid' allow whether he's seen your gun. He smiles at you and says that you looked like you were going too hurt yourself with it so he moved it. He motions to your counter. There it was, clear as day. You thank him insincerely and move on to asking him what his business is in your home. He drops the smile, thank the gods of all things right and good, and explains that he's your appointment. You were previously under the impression that it would be a bureaucrat with your money and that it would be later. This man was too handsome to be a normal bureaucrat and too early to be later. For the time being you'd better

[] Have your appointment as you are, don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you have to go back and change into something presentable. He's at your house, he plays by your rules.
[] Pick up your gun and shoot him.
[] Get changed. Might as well look as professional as possible and try to repair first impressions.

 

Have your appointment as you are. The human body is a beautiful thing.

 

[x] Pick up your gun and shoot him.

 

[x] Shoot hi--... I mean, [x] Get dressed, take as long as possible. He's too damn early and sneaky, so screw it. That'll piss him off more, I guess.

 

You walk over to the table and sit down across from him and tell him that you're ready to begin the appointment. He doesn't speak initially, instead he lets his gaze wander. When he's asked if he's got anything to say he asks you if you might change into something a little more modest. This is business after all. You insist that you aren't embarrassed in the slightest. He swallows noticeably and balks. He's lost this round, you go back and change, stopping on the way to pick up your gun. It's empty. Once in your room you've got to

[] Choose what you're going to wear. Something nice preferably, something that'll take a while to get together maybe something he'll need to zip up for you.
[] Load your gun and contemplate killing him some more.
[] Go back out as you are, claim you haven't got anything else to put on.