[ Yeah, okay, whatever, the gun is lowered and he slowly pushes himself back and to his feet, lips twisting down unhappily. He knows her. He knows, her, and he can't figure out why. ]
Niall?
[ He doesn't know the name off the top of his head. Slowly, he stands, pushing a hand through sleep-messy hair. ]
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Niall?
[ He doesn't know the name off the top of his head. Slowly, he stands, pushing a hand through sleep-messy hair. ]
I don't use it much.