Guns And Holes
It was a quiet evening of movie watching in Gwen's universe. Noir was absolutely enamored by the movie, as usual. He still didn't quite understand how inventors had managed to make a movie screen so small.
Once the movie was over, someone turned on the lights and they all began to tiredly chat about the movie's plot and ending. The most popular topic of conversation was about how one of the characters had pulled off a really cool move with their gun and then proceeded to shoot a practice target dead in the center. Miles seemed specifically excited about it, for whatever reason.
Noir took a moment to remember back to the scene they were all talking about. He replayed the scene in his mind for a moment before smiling underneath his mask. "If you fellas thought that was cool, then wait 'til you see this!"
Everyone looked over to Noir as he pulled out his own gun with his left hand, twirled it around a bit, and threw it up into the air before catching it with his right hand and firing the weapon off. A small hole was left in Gwen's wall where the bullet had passed through.
Noir had been expecting positive reactions. What he got was the exact opposite.
"Dude?! What the hell? Why would you shoot my wall?" Gwen had an angry look on her face as she glared at Noir.
A glance over at Miles and Peni showed them having similar looks on their faces. Noir shrunk into himself and found himself wishing that he was smaller. Peter B. and Porker, who had both left to use the bathroom came into the room just as Gwen got up to check the damage to her wall.
"What was that?" "Is everything okay?" The two confused Spiders asked at the same time.
"No! Mr. Trigger-happy over there just shot a hole in my wall!" Gwen huffed.
When Porker turned to look for Noir, all he saw was an open window. "Guys? Noir, um. Left?"
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Stupid. Idiotic. Dumb. Noir needed more words to bash himself with. He did something wrong, but he didn't know how it was wrong. He should, but he didn't.
In his time, people didn't usually mind when someone had holes I'm their walls. Houses were run down and filthy as it was, so what did a few extra holes in the walls matter?
Apparently, that was not at all the same in this universe.
Noir let out a heavy sigh. He was perched on top of a building a few blocks away from Gwen's home. The man glanced down to the gun he held in his hand and grumbled something under his breath before chucking the weapon as far away from himself as possible.
He had screwed up. Peni and Miles were disappointed in him. Gwen was angry with him. He had probably just ruined their friendship.
A voice disrupted Noir from his thoughts.
"Hey. Thought you might need some company," Peter B. said quietly as he sat down next to his black and white friend.
Noir chose not to respond. He just let out another sigh and pressed a hand over his masked face.
"Gwen is a bit angry, but she'll get over it. 'S not a big hole, or anything."
"I take it that shooting off guns inside a building is not a normal thing here, huh," Noir said, quietly. He glanced over to Peter for a moment, but he gaze soon returned to the city below them.
"Nope. 'S not your fault, though. You didn't know. Ham was trying to explain that to everyone when I left." Peter B. placed a gentle hand on Noir's shoulder.
Noir was silent for a while. Eventually, he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not like you fellas. I'm from a completely different time. I have such a hard time understanding this world's rules, Peter. I don't mean to ruin everyone's fun."
Peter gave his friend a sympathetic look. "That's alright. We like you for who you are, Noir. And while none of us really say it, we're honestly proud that you've been doing as well as you have." The man slowly pushed himself to his feet and stretched. "Everyone makes mistakes, Noir. Don't beat yourself up too much. Now, c'mon. Let's head back. I'm sure everyone is worried about you."
Noir closed his eyes for a moment as he stood up. "Thank you, Peter."
"No prob, bud."