IC: At the shooting range this dusk

[bitingcynicism]

[ITP: Stress relief. Via lots of bullets and lots of perfectly aimed bulls-eyes. Though considering the shooter's stress levels, this could go on for a bit.]

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[stolengood]

[Well. Parker knows better than to startle a man with a gun... Coming up behind him anyway, and she moves quietly]

Hey.

[bitingcynicism]

[Already knew you were there anyway. Not turning.]

I want my gun, Parker.

[Fires another shot at target, hitting this one dead center as well.]

[stolengood]

[twitches at the gunshot]

You have your gun.

[bitingcynicism]

[Reloading.]

The other one. The one you took when I lent you my room for the night. I've learned my lesson about that.

[stolengood]

...

I need it.

[bitingcynicism]

Why?

[stolengood]

Everyone's stronger and faster than me. It's not fair.

[bitingcynicism]

[Pulls back gun and looks more unsettled.]

Are you in danger? Is it that blond one again?

[stolengood]

[Avoiding looking at him]

I'm fine. It's nothing. It's just back up.

[bitingcynicism]

Backup?

[stolengood]

If something happened.

Anyway, I can't get it for you right now.

[bitingcynicism]

That gun... is important. And what do you think might happen?

[stolengood]

Why is it important?

[bitingcynicism]

... It's a reminder. When... things get too intense, having it near helps calm me down.

[stolengood]

Oh.

I'll give it back when I can.

[bitingcynicism]

Fine. I told you the truth. Now you can tell me what's going on.