>A: take the gun. whos out there?
you grab the gun. you had just heard a gunshot near by and now someone was knocking at your door? you didnt know who could be out here. the gun feels heavy in your hands but it also feels comforting at the same time as you make your way down the stairs, the only thing you can hear is the subtle creaking of it and the knocks at the door. you open it, gun hidden behind the door as you do so. its a man? well, what had you expected. he had dirty blond hair and brown eyes, but something just didnt..sit right. you gripped the gun in your left hand. he looked towards you, a big smile on his face. it looked forced, though he piped up,¨hey! sorry about those gunshots, they were a little bit close.¨ he gave a nervous laugh, which you did too just to not make it awkward,¨yeah...its okay. i guess.¨ you replied hesitantly. he looked so cheery, you didnt know how your paranoid presence hadnt dampened that. ¨may i come in? i always like to meet the new residents.¨
>A: accept, to be polite of course.
>B: decline, you dont know who he is, there for shouldnt be in your house!