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"Bock.", you imitated the chicken in front of you.
It crocked its head and so did you. "Booooock-"
"Are you really that bored?"
You took in a sharp breath as you stood up and- BONK - hit the ceiling. "Fuck- Argus-" you rubbed the place while walking towards the entrance. "My head…"
She tilted your head down, pressing a kiss on it.
You crocked a brow. "In a good mood today aren't we?"
"Just take it, as an apology."
Was she blushing? You grinned.
"Don't.", she warned while turning around, heading away from you.
"You didn't even know what I wanted to say~"
"We've been together long enough for me to know that face, and doesn't mean something good."
You let your eyes drag over her tank top clad back, licking your lips. "Ah, well, there are bigger things to worry about."
She turned.
"You promised to teach me how to shoot~"
The corners of her mouth slid up, if only a little.
"Gotta protect myself, or something.", you mumble, trying to avoid looking towards the broken-in window. "Your words."
She tipped her head, looking into the desert. "My words."
It had been… unfortunate. Two people- bandits or so, had broken into your home, thank God that Argus was there, having already picked up a commission to look for them.
But they've found her first.
Good luck for you, your Wife could stay longer and the pay had been so good that she didn't need to pick up commissions for a while. Still she did, because she was Argus.
But you were her commission for now.
"Then come along darlin', it's already loaded."
You giggled after her, catching a few glances and some muttered "I'm in love with a weirdo…", though there was no malice in it, there never was.
The shooting range was makeshift, build by Argus herself in the early days, back when your home was run down, with leaks and without electricity. It had been no small feat to make it into what it is today.
"You've to be careful, never swing around, always act as if it's loaded."
"Oh, like you miss 'my gun is my cane'?"
"I ain't usin' it as no cane, woman, from where are you getting that."
"Well your knees are pretty weak…", you mumbled as you adjusted your hold on it.
"You want to repeat that?"
You giggled, making the gun hop a little as she tried adjusting your stance.
"Stop movin'.", she mumbled into your ear and you tried your best. She wasn't always the most patient with people, but at least she was trying.
"You just go look through that glass, try to focus on the middle and when you're sure you got it, pull-"
A shot rang out and if Argus hadn't been there you probably would have recoiled from the force. "Wow!", you made, leaning into her touch.
"I forgot to warn you about that.", she smiled and kissed your cheek.
You practiced a little more, until you've perfected your stance, until her stomach growled. She looked at you, a little as if she was a puppy.
You snorted as she helped you put the gun safety on, before you took her hand and pulled her back to the house.
"I'll make a salad.", you announced, getting all the ingredients. "It's so warm today, do we have orange juice?"
She huffed.
You answered your own question while opening the fridge.
It didn't take long until everything was set up.
"We're going to practice that a little more after I come back from the next job."
You smacked your lips. "Hm. Yeah."
"Don't act that way, I'm keeping food on the table."
"I didn't say anything…", you mumbled, taking her hand. "Let's not argue."
She sighed, then kissed your hand. "I gon' miss you, you know?"
You nodded. "I do. I will miss you too."