[ the thing about killing people in public is that there's always a chance of getting caught. it's a nine-out-of-ten times kind of thing where the threat of discovery is just that - a threat. but there's always that one instance, that one of ten, where luck decides it's done enough and goes for that heart-dropping instance where it brings to life your biggest worry about any given situation.
in june's case, it's someone walking into a murder scene, with him as the culprit. guess what just happened on this pleasant friday night, as june and the pale-haired stranger stare at each other in shock before the latter sprints off in the other direction.
june's running after him a heartbeat later, ringing up christine to ask for a favor (god, another favor, she'll never let him live this down) while running through the narrow alleys. he's bloodied up; it's not a good look. he doesn't have time to care about it, though, as he careens straight into the murder witness, throwing them both into the ground.
there's a tussle before june manages to pin the other against the asphalt, one arm pressed hard against the other's throat. ]
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in june's case, it's someone walking into a murder scene, with him as the culprit. guess what just happened on this pleasant friday night, as june and the pale-haired stranger stare at each other in shock before the latter sprints off in the other direction.
june's running after him a heartbeat later, ringing up christine to ask for a favor (god, another favor, she'll never let him live this down) while running through the narrow alleys. he's bloodied up; it's not a good look. he doesn't have time to care about it, though, as he careens straight into the murder witness, throwing them both into the ground.
there's a tussle before june manages to pin the other against the asphalt, one arm pressed hard against the other's throat. ]
Stop f— Don't move!