Pansy takes Monet's hand as she rises. "Not bad," she grins. "Not bad at all."
Now on her feet, it's Pansy's turn to play student. "I'd aim it at your... chest?" She tips the crossbow down slightly at her new target, but her fingers are safely away from the trigger. "Because it's the largest target?" Her close-lipped smile widens in perverse anticipation of getting dressed down if she's wrong. For now, she makes no move to hand over the crossbow.
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Pansy and Monet
Date: 2019-04-25 05:19 am (UTC)Now on her feet, it's Pansy's turn to play student. "I'd aim it at your... chest?" She tips the crossbow down slightly at her new target, but her fingers are safely away from the trigger. "Because it's the largest target?" Her close-lipped smile widens in perverse anticipation of getting dressed down if she's wrong. For now, she makes no move to hand over the crossbow.