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There is a Lawrence.
He is half-slouched on the couch with a flat surface in front of him, idly scribbling on a grid-type paper with coloured inks. He is in fact making a map.
Yes, from Memory. It will be surprisingly accurate.
He is half-slouched on the couch with a flat surface in front of him, idly scribbling on a grid-type paper with coloured inks. He is in fact making a map.
Yes, from Memory. It will be surprisingly accurate.
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She glances down, scrapes one foot over the floor.
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"No, of course you did not. Come and sit." Teenagers are so cute.
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"I just...I let things get out of hand. You should have just dropped me off at the infirmary, or something."
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"Not at all. The infirmary beds, if they are anything like the ones in Arabia, leave much to be desired."
He shakes his head. "Are you feeling a little better?"
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The smile is a little brighter. "Much. I'm mostly just tired, now. Been napping next to the fire."
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He gives her a quick mental once-over out of habit, however.
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The discreet lighting of a cigarette.
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"Ah..." A blink. "Well, yes." But. He's not really wanting to share this with the teenage girl. The faint bite marks on his throat might reveal things. They're nearly healed, but still.
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Hey, teenager. And she can deal with bites.
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"...recreational fencing. And target practice, though I'd not been prepared to be the target."
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"Only a friend of mine, you understand." He winks a moment later.
"And only rubber bullets, after all. All in good fun."
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"Huh. What're bullets?"
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One for certain in the middle of his back. "...oh, you don't know..." He pauses, and smiles.
"They are projectile weapons. They do not have guns in your time?"
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She shrugs a little. "Swords, crossbows, and slings, stuff like that. I saw a gonne wound yesterday, though. It wasn't very pretty."
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He draws out his Colt .45 Peacemaker from its holster, however, and hands it to her so that she may examine it. It's unloaded, don't worry.
"But guns themselves are very interesting."
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"Huh."
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"It's not completely unrelated, really. They both fire things, but guns fire bullets much faster, you see. They're smaller, too."
A pause. "I could show you, if you like."
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"Sure."
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"It is best to fire these in the woods, I have found."
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An amused chuckle before he nudges the back door open and guides her out.
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She follows him.
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He sets the box of bullets down and begins to quietly load the gun, smiling to her.
"It is surprisingly easy to shoot a gun."
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"How?"
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