Jacob turns the key, flips the switch on the radio, and turns it up.
"He's hotter with a bow," he remarks, then, after a quick refresher on how
to fucking drive as they pull out of the mass of cars, he finds the main
road and takes off.
"No, you need a hunting rifle," she insists, and then she's thrown around a bit by Jacob's adjustment to the truck, the suspension, and she laughs as she rights herself.
"Try one anyway. Crossbow's probably better in the long run. I almost know how to make arrows now."
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Date: 2025-04-04 01:50 pm (UTC)"Tell me the radio works, and we'll be good."
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Date: 2025-04-04 01:53 pm (UTC)Jacob turns the key, flips the switch on the radio, and turns it up.
"He's hotter with a bow," he remarks, then, after a quick refresher on how to fucking drive as they pull out of the mass of cars, he finds the main road and takes off.
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-04 02:00 pm (UTC)"Maybe a crossbow," he says thoughtfully. "I have had a turn with a...revolver, I think they're called? I didn't care for the way it kicked back."
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Date: 2025-04-05 12:00 pm (UTC)"Try one anyway. Crossbow's probably better in the long run. I almost know how to make arrows now."
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Date: 2025-04-05 12:16 pm (UTC)"Your arrows weren't bad a year ago," he points out. "They're fine now."
He shifts and rolls down his window, enjoying the semblance of freedom.
"I think we can make a crossbow happen."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-05 04:01 pm (UTC)"Your arrows are much improved," Astarion agrees. "Your archery, too. I enjoy practicing with you."