[she would be in for a surprise if she shot him in the forehead, that much is for sure. her taking things casual and with no further shock past the initial surprise earns her a mouthy grin, stretching from ear to ear, and dante's putting his hands down now that he's ascertained that she isn't as trigger happy as other women he knows.]
Doubt it.
[—dante counters, putting hand to the hilt and curling his fingers around it. with an easy heave, he picks it up and does nothing but to swing it about in a lackadaisical manner. he is more than aware that she could still shoot him, but it doesn't make him not turn his back towards her in the most relaxed of ways.]
It slipped from my hand. [and now he's clipping it onto his back, easy as can be. he looks at her from over his shoulder.] Your pretty yelling led me right back to it.
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Doubt it.
[—dante counters, putting hand to the hilt and curling his fingers around it. with an easy heave, he picks it up and does nothing but to swing it about in a lackadaisical manner. he is more than aware that she could still shoot him, but it doesn't make him not turn his back towards her in the most relaxed of ways.]
It slipped from my hand. [and now he's clipping it onto his back, easy as can be. he looks at her from over his shoulder.] Your pretty yelling led me right back to it.