<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"><i>Besides her being pissed off she didn't so much as flinch, This caught him off guard and before he could react she already taken the gun from him then she pinned him down on the table with little effort... Instinctively he reacted to try to free his self, with little success. However, he soon calmed a little. She clearly would have reason to harm him, and besides slamming him down on the table and holding him down by his neck, she hasn't. She was not even choking him witch from how easily she held him down she could have... He took a few deep breaths as he settled down. </i><br/>
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<i>His hands slowly let go of her arm holding him down and put them up. much like if the police instructed you to do. it was showing surrender, in a sense. He wasn't trying to fight her but still did not like her." You're not a person tho."  He corrected her... his voice softer now perhaps as to try to not piss her off but still held hate and fear in it. " And it wasn't  cur I disliked you I was/ am afraid of you." He added on.</i><br/>
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<i>After a moment." You sed before we would have to stay close to each other... How close is close? And for how long?"</i></span></span>