Jericho
Jericho scrubbed a hand over the stubble coating his jaw, "I, honestly, don't have enough space here for it."
"Same," Ace snorted, amusement setting his hazel orbs ablaze, "Miranda is so close to having my balls because of the stuff I've got in our apartment. She's not thrilled about having so many weapons laying around the house."
"I don't think anyone would want to have that amount of weapons lying around the house. Someone could get hurt," I piped, cutting Ace a deadpan expression. Normal people had addictions to buying way too many shoes or clothes. Ace bought too many guns and knives, and probably any other weapon he could get his hands on.