Cranks discussion

Gwen raised an eyebrow, placing her stuff on the ground. She watched Leo expectantly.

Gwen squealed a little, wrapping her arms around his neck, cackling. "Obviously. I don't know why I didn't think of this immediately."

"And you're also humble, did you know that?" Gwen said, grinning, putting her hands on her hips. She was just grateful that she didn't carry her heavy junk into the room.

"A small child." Gwen sat down on the edge of the bed to the right, examining her nails, paying little attention.

"It's a ginger child, it doesn't even have a soul," Gwen said, rolling her eyes. "And if you kick it again, it will probably seek revenge." By that she meant, don't kick my precious guns, but she didn't feel like verbalizing that yet.

Gwen removed one of her ballet flats and hurled it at Leo. "Haw-haw, very funny." She grinned at him for a moment before deciding. "Uh, that one." She pointed to the one by the window, the one she wasn't sitting on. "But I reserve lazy sitting rights to this one." She smacked the bed she sat on.

Gwen flopped back, groaning. "Good God, no. You're going to ruin the mattress. I'm requesting a roommate change. Like immediately."

Gwen stifled her laugh by rolling onto her stomach. Her voice was muffled by the covers as she spoke, "Bag-o-leprechaun?"

Gwen sat up, snatching at him but to no avail. "You're just mocking them because you know that you could never look as good with them on as I do." She poked out her tongue at him.

Gwen tucked her hands behind her bed. She nudged Leo's leg with her foot playfully. "Something glorious."

Gwen laughed, crossing the room and dropping down in front of her own duffel bag. She unzipped it and eagerly pulled out one of her smaller hand guns, running a hand over the barrel. "Love it," she sang.

Gwen continued to remove her guns, admiring each. "So, Leo, what's your story, hmm?"

"So what I'm wondering is, what does the government want with regular people like us? I mean, I get that we're talented and all." She emptied the bullet chamber to one of her weapons. "But there are other, more qualified people, aren't there?"

Gwen quirked an eyebrow. "Are we going to have to breed?" Slightly uncomfortable, seeing as she'd only known Leo for about half an hour.

"Put the boxers downs," Gwen said, pointing the unloaded gun at him.

Gwen scratched her temple with the tip of the gun. "I dunno if that sounds like a good life. Should we call someone?"

Gwen picked up another gun and shook both of them enthusiastically. "I've got the tools right here!"

Gwen laughed lightly. "When you grow up as the only female in the family -my mother aside- you tend to develop the same hobbies as the people around you, no matter how unfeminine they seem. Plus, my dad loved teaching each of my brothers to hunt and it kind of threw off his groove when I refused to kill anything. So he settled for shooting and I loved it."

Gwens face scrunched up in disgust and she waved her hands dismissively. "Ew, no, I'm a carnivore, man. I just don't like being the one who kills the meat."

"Targets, cans, those disk things they launch," she listed, adding casually, "my neighbors cat."

"I didn't shoot it, I shot at. It definitely counts as target practice." She flopped down onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "Gooood, what are we supposed to do now?"

Gwen matched his expression, putting her sunglasses over her eyes although it made the room far too dark. "Shall we?"