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[He's got nothing to say except his Mun is very excited to see him around.

Oh, and nice suit.]

[ This mun very much appreciates the enthusiasm!

He was totally going for the whole vampire hunter thing. ]

"She"?

You looking for someone, handsome?

Someone I been looking for a long time.

[Kaede offers a slight grin.]

So, what's it going to be, then--a score to settle, an old promise to keep? Men don't give themselves up to "business" like this for no reason.

Depends on who wanna know.

[ Can't be too careful, after all. ]

Just little old me. I get bored up here, you know. I like a good story.

I ain't here for your entertainment, miss. I'm here to find my wife.

And they say chivalry's dead. Charming.

[Her tone's light and almost flippant; in any case, it's not completely apparent how serious of a compliment that just was.]

In case your mun hasn't let you know, finding your wife at a game isn't going to be the easiest thing. Even if you do? Well. Things'll get tougher from there.

Didn't know him.

[ And he's not quite sure how sorry he should feel for this chivalry or what exactly makes him worth mentioning here. ]

You been in one before? A game?

[Oh, he didn't catch it?] You know. Being a gentleman. Like those old heroes and knights in shining armor.

Mmm-mn. [Kaede shakes her head.] My-- [Nah, Garcian's not her boss. She changes gears.] --a guy I work with. He was in one once, and a hell of a lot of others I know have been, too. More often than not, it's a big mess.

Like Siegfried.

[ He knows that guy all too well. ]

Something bad happen to em?

Yeah, one of those.

You could say that. Some kid lost an eye. This little girl, crushed to death. The guy I know, too, they just about gutted him; pinned what was left of him up to a wall like some fucked-up warning sign. You nearly always come back, sure, but it'll still hurt like hell, and I think that might even make it worse.

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[ So it's like that then. That's nothing he wants her to face-- not again and not alone. ]

What about that?

[ He nods to the blood on her clothes. ]

Oh, this isn't from a game.

[Coolly.]

I'm marked.

[ As for its purpose, he will not ask. There are no good stories behind marks nor does he need any more on his plate. ]

I'll keep what you said in mind.

Good luck, cowboy. You're gonna need it.

I have faith Django that whatever offer she might make you won't give up by a long shot!

She says Broomhilda might be in something called a game. You know anything bout that?

I am afraid my friend, that I have only the most limited amount of knowledge in this area. [Mostly gleamed from listening to others in his writer's head] And even then I don't trust it. Why? Does she have signs?

Just that folks is always passing through em. Says there's some luck in putting yourself out there.

I won't make like I know who you talking about, but I'll say you probably ain't gonna find her in no game.

[She's being cheeky.]

[ He's familiar with the manner and, fortunately, the face. ]

She's too smart for that. Maybe you seen her around.

Maybe. I think I seen her over yonder waiting for a certain someone to teach her how to use a rifle.

Still waiting.

She gonna be waiting a long-ass time if she's still thinking about using it like a damn fool.

Django...

[This debate isn't new, but damn if she isn't persistent.]

It ain't like she gonna go running around playing with it. She smart, remember?

Yeah, smart's real good until you get hit. Then what?

[ It's not a pleasant thought, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't something that kept him up at night. ]

[As strongly as she feels about it, she can come down from her platform long enough to sympathize. She takes his hand.]

I ain't gonna hit myself. And I sure ain't gotta have no gun for someone to wanna hit me. We both know that. But if I know how to use a rifle, I'll be able to stop them from trying.

[ He's quiet for a minute as he thinks, enjoying the simple touch of her hand. She isn't wrong, but he'll be damned if he says she's right just yet. ]

You're gonna keep asking like that 'til I say yes?

[She answers his question by linking their fingers and pressing both a kiss and a small smile to the back of his hand. In other words, yes. Yes, she will keep asking, but at least she'll be sweet about it.]

[ This woman will be the death of him, he's sure of it now. Django squeezes their hands together gently before attempting to bring her in closer-- possibly even to put the thought further from her mind as he does so. ]

[She allows herself to be pulled forward and even relents enough to lean in for a kiss, her lips pressing gently to his. The truth is, she doesn't mind his attempts at distraction; there could definitely be worse things. Still, while she could cuddle up to Django all day, she's gunning for her answer. She drops the kiss but remains close, her gaze trailing from his lips to his eyes.]

I can start with a pistol if a rifle's too much.

[ His eyes linger on her lips a moment longer, stealing a nuzzle as she speaks. When it comes to her touch, Hilde certainly doesn't have to twist his arm for much. ]

You might still be on your feet if you shoot a pistol first.

Mm, sounds good.

[She smiles, feeling both amorous and amazingly accomplished. She really couldn't ask for a better husband.]

When can we do this?

I ain't in any hurry.

[ He smirks, eyes finally locking with hers. For all her asking, perhaps it is time for a lesson. ]

There's a pistol in the holster on my right side. Bring that on out.

Gladly.

[She doesn't want to take her eyes off him - she could marvel and stare at Django for ages - but she'd rather not make a blind grab for a pistol, especially when she's never held one before. When she retrieves it, it feels awkward in her hand but she at least has the good sense to keep it pointed downward. She dims her smile a bit, lest he think she's not taking things seriously, and looks up at him.]

It's heavier'n I thought it'd be.

Bang.

[ The word is spoken quietly as not to alarm her too much. The barrel of his other pistol is pressed against her stomach. His expression is serious once more as if he is distressed to even create the situation.

If this is what she wants, he's going to make damn sure that she knows what she's getting into. ]

First thing you gotta learn-- it happens that fast whether you got a gun or not.

[Her mind is still on the weight of the pistol by the time he's "pulled the trigger". While the gesture doesn't scare her, it certainly takes her by surprise. Her eyes fall down to the hard metal pressed against her, expression bewildered, almost as if she can't believe he'd go to such an extreme to prove a point. But the moment is fleeting; fortunately, she can look past her husband pulling a gun on her and see it for the lesson it is. When she looks back up at him, she nods but makes not move to step out of the gun's aim.]

I understand. It ain't a game and I gotta be alert. And not only do I gotta be alert, but if I'm the shooter, I also gotta be sure.

If I point a gun at someone, it better be the right someone.

[ He believes her when she speaks. It doesn't sound as if she's brushing him off or reciting a crafted answer. That isn't her, not with him.

Silently, he holsters his weapon and walks about twenty paces away from her to stand a short log up on a stump. It's not much of a target, but it's something to start her off.

He moves behind her now, each of his hands tenderly placed just above her elbow ready to assist as needed. ]

That gun you got is loaded and ready to shoot. Look at your target, keep both hands on the gun...pull back on the hammer when you're sure and the trigger does the rest.

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YES. GOOD.

dsfkld; you beautiful devil, you

oh go on.

there will be many songs sung of today

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sorry for the delay!

No worries! We've all got business to take care of.

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