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Uzi hummed to herself as she fine-tuned her rifle's trigger, examining the whole weapon, looking down the barrel before she turned it over in her hands again. Most Half-Bloods might've preferred more old-fashioned weapons, but Uzi was a gunsmith by nature, and by the Gods, she was going to make her rifle viable.
Uzi set it down, leaning back as she watched the celestial bronze slowly melting in the furnace. She tapped her foot against the ground, bored out of her mind as she pulled out her notebook, sketching out different designs.
Just as she was really getting into it, though, she heard a voice calling out from behind her.
"Oh, Uzziii~" Val sung, "What'cha working on?"
Uzi turned towards the daughter of Nemesis, sighing and rolling her eyes.
"Nothing for you," Uzi smirked.
"Really?" Val placed a hand on her chest, gasping in faux-surprise, "How cruel! After all I've done for you, too."
Valerie stepped forward, leaning towards Uzi, close enough that their breath intermixed.
"I don't know if there's anything you could do that'd make me forgive you," Val grinned sardonically, her eyes crossed behind her back.
"Well, I'll see what I can do," Uzi said, placing a finger against her lips, "But… I'd probably need something in return."
"Greedy!" Val straightened back up, placing a hand on her hip, "Alright. You tell me what you've got for me before you start making demands, though."
"Sure thing," Uzi said, grabbing a set of hookclaws and setting them on the table nearest to her, "Tah dah!"
Val's eyes widened as she stared at the claws, pacing towards them.
"Ooh… these are nice~" Val reached towards them before Uzi swatted her hands at the other girl.
"Hey! Hey!" Uzi crossed her arms, "No touching without permission."
"Alright, alright," Val shrugged, trying to play things off like they were being nonchalant, even though Uzi could tell she was jittering with excitement, "What do I have to do for you?"
"How about you give me something instead…" Uzi teased, crossing her arms behind her head.
"Oh, I am this close to stabbing you," Val said, but there was no bite in it.
"Alright… I want…" Uzi paused, tapping her finger on her lips, humming and fidgeting in her chair, "A kiss. From you."
"Oh, well… I guess I can do that," Val sighed, leaning forward and wrapping her hands around Uzi's shoulders, giving her a long, deep kiss before she broke off, smiling softly.
"Well, that was pretty good, but… I'm just not sure that's quite enough. How's about you give me a little more? Just to top things off," Uzi gave Val a shit-eating grin.
"Oh, come here you little—" Val lunged forward, tackling Uzi to the ground and violently making out with her, only coming up for air after a few minutes.
"How… how about now?" Val prompted, panting.
"… Yeah that's pretty good," Uzi said, blushing and smiling dopily as she caught her breath.
V stood up, examining the hookclaws, "Wanna go for a sparring sesh later?"
"Sure thing, Val," Uzi stuffed her hands in her pockets, "… Wait, hold on, the celestial bronze!"
"The wha?" Val asked as Uzi scrambled to take the bronze out of the smelter, quickly pouring it into the bullet mold she'd created earlier.
"You're lucky I like you," Uzi said, "If you were anyone else, I'd have kicked you out of here by now."
"Oh, so you just like me?" Val questioned, placing her chin on her hand, "I'm hurt, Uzi."
"Oh, shut up!' Uzi tossed a wrench at Val, who quickly dodged it, scampering up onto her feet as she laughed.
"But, yeah, no, we'll spar later. I'll bring out the pickaxe and everything," Uzi said.
"Hell yeah," Val gave Uzi a thumbs-up, "It's a date."
"It's a date."