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Well, he had apparently thought it was a good idea to talk back to some mangy hooded guy who had suddenly insulted him as he had innocently been passing by. As soon as Kenny had begun to stomp away after he had spewed a series of obscenities in return, he spun back around in shock when a sharp click hit his ears. It seemed as if this asshole had just whipped out a pistol and was currently aiming it at the boy’s forehead from a short distance. Talk about an overreaction.

Before Kenny could do anything in response, the bullet had already been fired and there was pretty much nothing he could do but stand rooted to the spot as he awaited a sudden black-out. However, when it didn’t strike, he managed to pry his eyes open to find that that one old guy - Kenny 2, as he called him - lying on the concrete as blood began to pool around him. Jesus Christ, had this guy just taken the bullet for him?

Well, it could be worse. At lease Kenny was nice.

“Hah! No need to be bluffin’ to me. I’ll give ya a hint, I’m over thirty.”

Ow, damn it!

Hellboy surfaced with a growl and nearly went crosseyed to look at the fishhook sticking out of his nostril.

He hadn't intended to go into the lake. The plan was to stay on the shore, nice and dry, and fish out the frog creature that had been harassing the locals.

Hellboy hated frogs, but they'd plied him with cold beer. How was he supposed to say no to that?

But then the little bait stealing bastard had yanked his fishing pole out from under him. Worse, the pole had snagged his sixpack on the way out.

What else could he do but jump in after it? He couldn't imagine anyone else doing differently when their beer was at stake.

He'd caught a glint of metal heading for a clump of reeds, followed it, and was stopped by a sudden stabbing pain in his face.

Now here he was, soaking wet and beerless with a brand new nose piercing. It was just his luck that whoever cast the damn line decided at that moment to start reeling it in.

Whoops sorry for not replying sooner I was distracted by ~Max stuff~--

Buuut sort of. Most strange grizzled old dudes unearth those kind of memories in general, and even on her best days, it still leaves a bad taste in her mouth. It's the same deal with Kenny. I kind of meant Joel, though! There's a whooole lot of similarities between him and Ken-- though I'd rather not say what specifically, since that'd mean spoilers on both ends.