"Gee," says Alex dryly. "Thanks so much for the warning."
He rolls over, pushing himself upright and retrieving his brand new gun - like hell he's getting rid of this thing, not when it's damned useful. So what if his shoulder aches after the butt of the weapon punched into it. He can deal with it. He can walk it off.
He eyes the raccoon whom he's privately dubbed "Fursuit Santa" and frowns.
"So how d'you deal with the kick, then? S'not like you've got size on your side. No offense." All said with the tone that offense is very much intended.
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He rolls over, pushing himself upright and retrieving his brand new gun - like hell he's getting rid of this thing, not when it's damned useful. So what if his shoulder aches after the butt of the weapon punched into it. He can deal with it. He can walk it off.
He eyes the raccoon whom he's privately dubbed "Fursuit Santa" and frowns.
"So how d'you deal with the kick, then? S'not like you've got size on your side. No offense." All said with the tone that offense is very much intended.