schooled again
WHO: Abby and Zelgadis
WHERE: a shooting range
WHEN: 11/20
WARNINGS: guns!
SUMMARY: oh zel who are you kidding? females will best you in everything ever!
FORMAT: no
If Zelgadis thought the expenses behind keeping himself fed were bad, trying to sustain himself and a bottomless pit in the shape of a teenaged girl was a whole new level of bad. Weekly allotments from the Porter system kept him sustained well enough with a little to spare on the side now and then, but Lina's appetite went well over his budget (and hers, when she'd been convinced to relinquish her tags for the cause). All those months avoiding legitimate employment seemed to be coming to a close sooner than later. Of course, it wasn't as much of an issue anymore, what with Zelgadis being cured and normal-looking now.
It took a lot of effort to convince Lina to stay put while he went out to get dinner (which had been proposed as lunch at first, but argument time spilled over well beyond that), and he was fairly sure that she wasn't going to sit still for too long no matter what. It had hastened his steps for a portion of his walk, but glancing the businesses along the way anew slowed him down. Most he'd hardly paid attention to aside from their position and distance for traveling's sake, but now he was going to have to seriously consider working. Mercenary work wasn't exactly a hot market in the City, after all...
He'd planned to scope out the shooting range once before when the smarmy dealer Weasel offered to show him a thing or two. Of course, that date had been unceremoniously dropped due to...personality conflicts, and Zelgadis hardly thought on it at all for a while. There had been a fair amount of sparring of his own specialty keeping him too busy to think on firearms, but just then, paying attention window to window, his interest was piqued yet again.
Lina's meal was just going to have to wait a little while longer - it was too interesting to pass up a second time!
WHERE: a shooting range
WHEN: 11/20
WARNINGS: guns!
SUMMARY: oh zel who are you kidding? females will best you in everything ever!
FORMAT: no
If Zelgadis thought the expenses behind keeping himself fed were bad, trying to sustain himself and a bottomless pit in the shape of a teenaged girl was a whole new level of bad. Weekly allotments from the Porter system kept him sustained well enough with a little to spare on the side now and then, but Lina's appetite went well over his budget (and hers, when she'd been convinced to relinquish her tags for the cause). All those months avoiding legitimate employment seemed to be coming to a close sooner than later. Of course, it wasn't as much of an issue anymore, what with Zelgadis being cured and normal-looking now.
It took a lot of effort to convince Lina to stay put while he went out to get dinner (which had been proposed as lunch at first, but argument time spilled over well beyond that), and he was fairly sure that she wasn't going to sit still for too long no matter what. It had hastened his steps for a portion of his walk, but glancing the businesses along the way anew slowed him down. Most he'd hardly paid attention to aside from their position and distance for traveling's sake, but now he was going to have to seriously consider working. Mercenary work wasn't exactly a hot market in the City, after all...
He'd planned to scope out the shooting range once before when the smarmy dealer Weasel offered to show him a thing or two. Of course, that date had been unceremoniously dropped due to...personality conflicts, and Zelgadis hardly thought on it at all for a while. There had been a fair amount of sparring of his own specialty keeping him too busy to think on firearms, but just then, paying attention window to window, his interest was piqued yet again.
Lina's meal was just going to have to wait a little while longer - it was too interesting to pass up a second time!