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[Cross leaving was a blow that Molotov really hadn't anticipated, as foolish as it was to forget the castle's whims, and she's spent the past few weeks in a bad place. Well, bed isn't such a bad place, but it is when you're there sleeping and drinking off a depression. She's managed to slowly begin incorporating herself around the population of the castle, for small periods of time, but today is the first day that she's managed to actually stay out and function like a human being.

As long as that means being buzzed and shooting targets at the gun range. Where she can be found, basically all day.]

[filtered to Ezio]
Come to the shooting range. Bring your gun.

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You stole it!

[HUFF.]

I borrowed it.

You cannot return it!

I can get you a new one. Don't be so sensitive.

Then don't be so stupid.

Don't be so dumb.

[He slaps her leg again!]

[KICKS]

[PUSHES AT Brock stop it, she has a loaded weapon]

[She raises her hand, ready to pistol whip the shit out of him.]

[Brock stops pushing when he notices, frowning up at her instead.

He just wants to tussle a little, don't make this into a thing, ma'am!]

[She glares, gun still held high, then kicks him again.]

Ow! Quit it.

No.

[Kick.]

I hate you.

I hate you more.

[He just smiles obnoxiously.] That's impossible. I hate you more than anything in the world.

I doubt that.

Oh well.

[He lies back with his hands folded behind his head, because why not? It's not like she's firing live rounds or anything oh wait. Brock, this is not the place to kick back and get comfortable.]

Why are you getting drunk out here, anyway? You should come home and do that with me.