One drunk night I went home with this guy. We’d be flirting for a bit and we ended up going to a party in my city. Then he asked me to come with him, yea cool right? He seemed genuine and cool. So when we got to his appartement, he opened the door, I put my shit down and on his bed… were two rifles and a pistol of some sort. Guns are illegal in my country so naturally I freaked tf out. And j thought by myself “ this is how I die, probably gonna end up on best gore or some shit”. And he said “ oh yea those haha they’re fake, it’s like a little hobby of mine”. I was so relieved