[she huffs out a laugh, a bittersweet one as she readjusts in her seat to lift one leg up on the cushion. with her cheek resting on her knee, her gaze drifts off to nowhere in particular, observing the carving of their table.]
Yeah, sure. Thick as thieves.
[his daughter repeats, sarcasm glittering over the phrase.]
So thick that only a bullet can pierce through.
[with that, her hand stretches over to her hip, unhooking her pistol before lying it flat on the table — displaying to her father that, yes, it is real and she is now a shooter.]
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Yeah, sure. Thick as thieves.
[his daughter repeats, sarcasm glittering over the phrase.]
So thick that only a bullet can pierce through.
[with that, her hand stretches over to her hip, unhooking her pistol before lying it flat on the table — displaying to her father that, yes, it is real and she is now a shooter.]
And would ya look at that? I'm loaded.