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A long day but a productive one. As he finishes up his notes and stores the excess supplies for closing, he finds himself reminiscing as the lights turn out and he prepares the security.

Would you like to go to my place?

Take care.

Welcome back

*gives Her a hug*

awesome dress.... got to run.. now, I am late... as often... bye..

Good night sweetheart see you soon

Back from rti

*sees the time*

I have to run.... thanks for everything... goodnight...

Just being honest with you about that

*giggles*

ok... You are right...

*touches her heart*

that means so much to hear from You!!!

Deadeye Gun Range
They could exhaust themselves with finds that were flukes, though the way she understood it, it was something about her openness and familiarity that helped apply vocabulary and abstract concepts that matched your disharmony.

…if she'll allow herself any shred of credit, anyway.

"Step one, don't accidentally harm yourself or others, right?" She answered about her knowing her stuff. And she hovered to commit to that, watching your posture and technique, the way you handled the weapon, the care you took to ensure both that you were being safe in the literal physical space, but also that you were conveying your own thoughts.

Ideas, advocacy. Even some challenge, in a sense. Acerbic?

"…mmm the M4 was adopted thirty years ago — that makes gun changes rarer than The Eclipse. Also… hey Siri, what does 'Acerbic' mean?"

A robotic assistant's voice answered, in spite of the loud bangs interrupting both input and response: “(especially of a comment or style of speaking) sharp and forthright.”

"Huh… yeah I guess he can be — he takes a second to warm up to people, you gotta understand that some hooligans smashed up his bar and threatened an employee of his last year, and he still carries that apprehension."

You can't ask Holly if she's going to hold something against you and not expect a naughty quirk of her lips at the turn of phrase, though she let you continue on about upsetting General Sterling.

Rather than distract you, though, she sorta absorbed all of that as an internal queue as she stowed the pistol and traded you the rifle, ensuring that the safety was still on before she intervened. "Wait — yeah lean your shoulder forward. Correct height is going to be where the top of the stock rests firm against it, where your cheek comfortably sitting on the top of it lines your eye up with the optic. Yeah — just like that. The gun lines everything up so it's a straight impulse back into your shoulder instead of cocking your wrist back on the grip…"

Her eyes therefore had enough of an excuse, a divorce from accountability, for examining you carefully. Even to the part where she directed your face against the rounded top of the stock, so she could watch your eyes. "Lilly would challenge that, if she were here. A trap a lotta therapists fall into, where they distract themselves with the problems of others so they don't have to commit to the hard task of introspection."

Holly's hand, the one that was gently directing your shoulder, fell away.

"Etiquette is whatever you agree on. For me, I think I'm happy to see you explore, just… you know, we're all sharing equipment like rental guns, yeah? Don't be reckless," she began with the practical side of it, as Holly does. Wading in with the solidity of the tautological to wet her feet before she wandered into something as unequivocal as emotion.

"I know things moved really fast between us, but I'm not trying to bait-and-switch you. Poly is poly, for me… for Brix, too — between us we agreed to talk to each other beforehand, but I don't hold you to the same. As much as it would overjoy me to rattle your dad by making it so this uppity bitch taught you how to shoot, I don't often delight in the anger of others," she Lied… almost. Qualified the statement with ambiguators like 'often', like her inner lawyer should.

She did step back, though, giving you space to handle the weapon now that it was properly stanced. "Try to be as square as you can comfortably be — the recoil is going to be very small, but non-zero. Louder bang, not a big fireball on a sixteen inch barrel."

Okay we should be here

...hoping everyone feels better soon...

If anything you're the star attraction

Rti

your no mouse..

Winks