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[safetystayson]

[out at camp's very own shooting range, there are a pair of cops engaged in some target practice. In fact, one is helping the other with his aim by placing his hands over the other's, looking over his shoulder

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[shootin_blanks]

[MAY OR MAY NOT BE SPYING ON FROM THE COVER OF CONVENIENTLY NEARBY BUSHES.]

[safetystayson]

...

. . .

[glances over]

[shootin_blanks]

[RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE. NOTHING TO SEE HERE. REALLY. JUST A SHRUBBERY.]

[safetystayson]

[... well my masculinity doesn't really feel endangered, so turning his attention forward again]

[shootin_blanks]

[the bush may or may not have just inched towards you and Dee]

[safetystayson]

[... looks again]

[shootin_blanks]

[...the bush is yelling at your son. but yelling stealthily]

[safetystayson]

. . .

[shootin_blanks]

[...what.]

[safetystayson]

[... it's better if I just ignore it, isn't it]

[shootin_blanks]

[it'd probably be easier to ignore me if Dee hadn't kicked me out of the bush.]

[safetystayson]

[... no I'm just going to stand over here and ignore everyone ever]

[shootin_blanks]

Hi Ryo!

[safetystayson]

... Hey, JJ.

[shootin_blanks]

What's up?

[cock_my_gun]

[oh god WHAT IS THIS FEELING, WHY DOES IT FEEL SO FAMILIAR?

... looks over at the bushes]