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[ It was another fairly normal day for Larry. Setting up targets outside of Gunsmith Cats, wondering who was going to show up, if anyone at all, on this particular day. She's a little more on edge due to recent happenings, but not especially expecting anything to happen to her, today.

She jumps at the sound of rustling, whirling around to see a small, adorable blond girl. Except unlike the picture, she's scowling, almost uncharacteristically. ]

M-Minnie-May? When the hell did you get he-

[ She's interrupted by a glare. ]

Already startin' the interrogation, huh?

[ Larry blinks once, twice, surprised by the harshness. ]

Why are you even surprised? Do you seriously not even know you're doing it? Mothering, bossing everyone around - for Christ's sake, you're only three years older than me! What the fuck do you know?

[ As Larry steps back, May follows. ]

We've been over this. Just... tell me when I'm going overboard, you know I only do it because I care.

Blah blah blah, I'm sure you're doing it here too. Sticking your nose in everyone's business like you're better than everyone. Y'know, 'because I care' is what every controlling mother says.

[ May grins wickedly, and Larry steps forward again, seeing where this is going. ]

Like mother like dau-

[ It's Larry's turn to interrupt with a shout, red in the face, tears pricking at her eyes. ]

Shut up! I'm nothing like her and you know it! I mean dammit, I let you be with Ken!

A concession. A big one, maybe, but you're still treating us all like we don't know how to wipe our own asses and you know it. I only stay with you because I don't have anywhere else to go until Ken's stable.

[ She growls as she reaches for May's shirt, to grab her by the collar... and then the tiny blond is gone, leaving Larry huffing and puffing at the air. ]

Dammit! What the fuck was that?!

[ Larry drops to her knees, slamming her fist into the ground. A few tears squeeze out, dropping to the ground as she brings her knees up to her chest. ]

Dammit May... you know I care...

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[ Larry shoots to her feet at the voice, stumbling to lean against a wall.

Great, someone she barely knew had to see her like this. Screw this entire damned garden. ]

Nothing. Just ignore it.

[She frowns, knowing all too well that is a lie.]

All right. [Even so, she respects Larry's decision to keep quiet. The situation at hand doesn't need to be blown up any more than it already has. With that, her is put gun away.]

Sometimes it's best not to say anything. [A pause.] Still, it looks like you could use a minute to rest. Need a hand?

Nah. Just... let's go inside.

[ She pushes off the wall, sighing, and heading for the door. ]

Sorry about... all that.

For what? [She follows, watching for any faltering in the other woman's balance. Also, have a lop-sided, halfhearted smile.]

Things happen.

Seeing me like that.

[ Her balance is fine, she's just... a little wobbly from emotional strain. She doesn't have any trouble getting to a chair though. ]

I mean, we've only just met.

Don't stress too much about it. [She finds a chair for herself, and drags it over.]

Everyone has his or her moments. [annnd sitting down now] So-! Instead of worrying about the past, why not tell me more about this shop?

Don't I know it...

[ She takes a deep breath, then looks up at Nadie. ]

It's really not much of a gunshop, not when most people here aren't very interested.

That's a shame. [She attempts a laugh.] Then again, I guess I should be glad that they aren't. Who knows what some of these women might do with a gun in hand.

Ugh, really. But there are already people here who could probably just... punch the bullets out of the air or some BS like that.

[ Larry shakes her head. ]

Just being a good shot doesn't feel like much compared to that.

[Suddenly serious.] They aren't... witches, are they? [If so, she's suddenly a whole lot more interested about this place than she was before.]

Witches?

[ Obviously, something Nadie has a bit of an... interest in. ]

You could call them witches, superheroes... Robocop... all kinds of crazy things. Depends on the person.

A lot of 'em are pretty cool though.

Talk about your diversity. [Even with the playful quip, she's obviously still in business-mode.]

I hope that nothing gets out of hand among ourselves. I'd hate to think what would happen.

Months ago, there was this... girl. Really unstable, and really powerful.

She kinda went crazy, and killed someone and... then they showed up again, perfectly fine, a few days later.

[ Even after this long, it's still a little unsettling. ]

[Her face scrunches with concern.] Magic? But... who revived her?

I dunno. The Queen, one of her servants... it's hard to say for sure.

We're really at their mercy when you get down to it.

[She stands up and walks across the room, simply looking around.] I don't think I have it in me to accept that.

I've never been someone who obeyed authority, and I doubt I'll start now.

Haha... well, we do whatever we can about it.

[ It's not enough, but if the crazy super magic people can't fix it, what's a normal girl with a gun to do? ]

Authority's easier to enforce when you control everything.

That doesn't mean she has to control us.

[Her back's to Larry now, and she seems slightly tense.] I can't stand those who try to manipulate the lives of others.

She can't control us, but she can make it as hard for us as she wants.

[She turns, walks over, and slumps back into her chair.] We'll just have to keep on our toes, won't we?

Mhm. Not much more too it for now.

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