Caleb likes how energetic she seems. It's refreshing.
"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.
And Caleb has found what he was probing for: Common ground.
"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."
"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.
"It wasn't that hard, you just take a few buzzer parts from the hand shockers and put them on with a lock. There's a trick switch to turn it off so you don't get buzzed," she said brightly.
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"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.
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Her piece had a bunch of interesting modifications.
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"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."
"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.
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She was also very proud of her gun.