"Then I'll have the blue moscow thing." Sounded like it might look strange at least and, hey. He had to make his decision somehow. He sat down on a stool, with more difficulty than he'd have liked to admit to. Honestly, these stools were just not that easy to climb. "Come out, Ten. I want to show you my gun." Maybe if he sounded ever so vaguely threatening he could get him to actually talk to him? Tae wasn't sure.