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.