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Today was the day Melehan considered the most important of the entire year: his birthday. It fell on a Sunday, saving him the trouble of wagging school to celebrate. It was only right that he spent every waking moment of the day having as much fun as possible, in honour of how great he was. After spending the earlier hours of the morning annoying his parents, he grabbed his most expensive, overpowered water pistol and set out into the city to find some sport.
His ‘sport’ was strangers walking past him on the street, innocently minding their own business.
His first victim was an old guy in a business suit, clearly a boring person if he was working on a Sunday. Or going anywhere on Sunday that required wearing a suit. Melehan chose the most boring-looking people as his victims, or the ones who looked most likely to get mad. Most of the reactions he got were disappointing, more confused than angry. When a guy finally lost it and started swearing at him, red-faced, Melehan sent another jet of water straight into his face and sauntered off, fast enough to avoid any potential violence, but slow enough to be able to deny he’d run from a fight.
It was a nice day. Hopefully the summer sun would draw more people out into the street, so he could shoot them.
He was standing on the pavement, looking utterly pleased with himself, holding his water pistol pointed towards the sky. It wasn’t long before another foolish person came within shooting range. He lowered his weapon, took a half-second to aim, and pulled the trigger.
(Your pup can be the one who gets shot, or merely a witness to a cruel unprovoked water pistol attack :D)
His ‘sport’ was strangers walking past him on the street, innocently minding their own business.
His first victim was an old guy in a business suit, clearly a boring person if he was working on a Sunday. Or going anywhere on Sunday that required wearing a suit. Melehan chose the most boring-looking people as his victims, or the ones who looked most likely to get mad. Most of the reactions he got were disappointing, more confused than angry. When a guy finally lost it and started swearing at him, red-faced, Melehan sent another jet of water straight into his face and sauntered off, fast enough to avoid any potential violence, but slow enough to be able to deny he’d run from a fight.
It was a nice day. Hopefully the summer sun would draw more people out into the street, so he could shoot them.
He was standing on the pavement, looking utterly pleased with himself, holding his water pistol pointed towards the sky. It wasn’t long before another foolish person came within shooting range. He lowered his weapon, took a half-second to aim, and pulled the trigger.
(Your pup can be the one who gets shot, or merely a witness to a cruel unprovoked water pistol attack :D)