“Oh.” She looked surprised and relieved. She looked again at the book hoping he would start cleaning his gun, while she was reading.
“The gun doesn’t clean itself while you read the same page over and over again.” he teased her.
“Yeah I know, but I could hope.” She grinned at him. “The last time I was holding a gun for so long was when I and um someone were inventing those dead men’s blood filled bullet thingies.”
She felt bad for bringing it up, she never planned to mention Raws to Rome it just blurred out of her. She knew he hadn’t heard from him.
“Anyway, how often does the gun need to be cleaned?”
“The gun doesn’t clean itself while you read the same page over and over again.” he teased her.
“Yeah I know, but I could hope.” She grinned at him. “The last time I was holding a gun for so long was when I and um someone were inventing those dead men’s blood filled bullet thingies.”
She felt bad for bringing it up, she never planned to mention Raws to Rome it just blurred out of her. She knew he hadn’t heard from him.
“Anyway, how often does the gun need to be cleaned?”