@triggerdance || starter call
TEAL GAZE WATCHED THE GUNSLINGER TWIRL HIS FIREARMS AROUND SLENDER DIGITS BY THE TRIGGER GUARD, the expression worn on a freckled countenance lackadaisical -- as though he weren’t waving deadly weapons around. Not long ago, his carelessness and occasional sense of whimsy would have GRATED on her last nerve, would have prompted a well-earned and scathing SCOLDING from the former Glaive.
Now, it made lips twitch upward into a smile -- barely visible, and remarkably brief ( knowing the gun was unloaded within the safety of the haven certainly helped put her mind to rest, too ).
❛ CAREFUL, OR YOU’LL PUT AN EYE OUT. ❜ For all her initial DOUBT in the sharpshooter, witnessing his skill had allayed her fears, and somehow, the blonde had grown on the normally brash and stoic rosette.