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[royalty-dahling.livejournal.com]

Ah, the weekend. The kids still in bed, sleeping late, no need to rush into Panco to play secretary - best of all, no need to try to scrounge up breakfast for everyone so early. Which means that Dahlia is presently seated at the bar, eating a Bar-made breakfast quite contently. She supposes that this is just a little lazy on her part, especially when a bit more practice would probably improve her cooking quite a bit, but....it's the weekend.

Weekends were made for lazy, right?

Besides that, she's just poking idly at the water gun that Ms. Bar gave her back when she came in, today. She doesn't have a clue why she has it again - she could've sworn that her target got her out. All in all, she's rather botherable.

[tinytag: assassin!]

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[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Hooray for instincts, it seems, as they kick in the moment she reaches for the gun. He hops back and to the side no comments about bunny-like movements, we'll leave that to certain players' other characters, narrowly avoiding the stream of water.

He narrows his eyes, then laughs. "So," he says. "It is me, after all."

He pulls his pistol out.

[royalty-dahling.livejournal.com]

"Damn...missed ya." Dahlia chuckles, tossing the papers quickly to the side, sending the packet and the picture fluttering to the floor haphazardly.

Then, as she sees Riku drawing his own water gun, she moves forward in a rush, firing at him twice more, well-aware that, if he gets his gun out and starts moving in earnest, she won't have much hope.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

And --






She manages to hit him, right in the chest. He places his hand over his heart, a dramatic sort of move. "Oh," he says. "You killed me."

He grins.

[royalty-dahling.livejournal.com]

Dahlia momentarily entertains herself with the self-amused drama, bringing her water gun up to her lips and blowing the tip of it off, before breaking into light laughter.

"Tough luck, kid.