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[undermyheel]

Claire is about as amused as she ever gets. Amused isn't the right word.

She rarely gets this predatory about things that aren't food nowadays.

Yes, she's stalking Anna.

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[sky_from_sea]

Anna pauses mid-stride, hefting her shotgun a little higher.

There's a quiet click as she gets it ready.

"That'd better not be you, Nicky."

[undermyheel]

Claire comes closer, her hips swinging in a way that so casually sexy she couldn't have practiced it.

"Not unless he's started wearing my shoe size, and then I'd have to kill him," Claire says. "I can't deal with competition."

[sky_from_sea]

Anna appears unmoved, lip curling in something that is manifestly not a smile.

"You have no idea how much it comforts me to know that."

[undermyheel]

"See I would just laugh that off, sweetie, and pretend it was another one of your funnies," Claire sighs dramatically.

"But, you see, what I didn't tell Nicky was that I do know an Anna. And I'd love to know how much of a habit this ding-dong the bitch is dead thing is."