[ this whole thing was a nightmare. climbing into the truck had been like boarding the bus in junior high; she had felt the curious gazes of each occupant as she'd passed. the stares weren't outright hostile, and thankfully no one had whispered unkind things about her, but it didn't take much to bring back memories kimberly had tried very hard to repress.
she'd been grateful to find an empty seat near the back, a place to draw into herself and focus. or try to focus. that is, until wannabe clint eastwood drawled himself into her attentions. ]
Uh. [ really eloquent, kimbers. ] No?
[ technically speaking, anyway. did armor count as heat? in theory, there were always the power coins. maybe she could summon her bow. maybe. she hadn't exactly practiced summoning from space. ]
Well. I'm not, like, concealed carrying or whatever.
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she'd been grateful to find an empty seat near the back, a place to draw into herself and focus. or try to focus. that is, until wannabe clint eastwood drawled himself into her attentions. ]
Uh. [ really eloquent, kimbers. ] No?
[ technically speaking, anyway. did armor count as heat? in theory, there were always the power coins. maybe she could summon her bow. maybe. she hadn't exactly practiced summoning from space. ]
Well. I'm not, like, concealed carrying or whatever.