#d.rance

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"Hi Mr. Slade!" The bell over the door to O'Connell Outdoors chimes, and the familiar red crop of Wren Romero's hair appears through it, along with a pair of baskets of fruit and preserves. "Daddy's right behind me with some stuff to donate to the shop for the hunters- guns he ain't usin' no more, a couple boxes of bullets an' the like- but this is for you!" She informs, handing over one of the baskets with a smile. "We didn't have time to get 'em done for everybody before Christmastime- but these ones are for you and Mr. O'Connell."

"Wrenny, darlin, come get this from me-" another voice insists suddenly, the familiar timbre of Duck Romero chiming from just outside- the girl quickly rushing to sit down the baskets and retrieve a pair of shotguns from the man- Duck stepping up into the shop with his knee locked in its brace. "Fuckin' thing'll kill me sooner than the ghosts. Sorry about the intrusion, Rance, I'm just workin' overnight tonight, figured we'd bring this by early. I take it Persephone's out?" He doesn't see hide nor hair of the younger man, but that's not exactly rare. "The kids put together Christmas baskets for everybody in town- been workin' on them since the beginning of last year, so now I'm on the hook playin' delivery boy- you wanna trade? I'll stock bullets, you can be a beleaguered father a' two?"

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"HI MR. COWBOY DADDY NEEDS BULLETS." Duck groans, barely missing grabbing Robin by the back of the shirt as the boy bolts away from him. "I'm so fast."

"Whatever helps ya sleep at night, kid." Duck shakes his head, turning to Rance with a sigh. "Mornin', Rance." He greets, good natured but tired, as he always is, with Robin under his watchful eye. "Was hoping to make this a quiet trip to the outdoors shop- but the kid is correct. Wouldn't happen to have stocked some buckshot recently, would ya? I'm runnin' low on the supply back at the station, and usually I'd let it hang, we're outta season fer most of the stuff that needs rounds that big but- Well, Ranger Craven couldn't hit th' broadside of a barn with his rifle these days. Better t' have the option." He reasons. "How you been, man? Any excitin' developments?" He questions, his grip on Robin's shirt relenting as the boy wanders off to examine the scant offering of crossbow scopes. "Don't. touch or ask for nothin'. I done told you, yer 'anything stronger than a slingshot' privileges are revoked, Uncle Hawk just dug an arrowhead outta dad's ass recently because somebody was playin' fast and loose with his crossbow."

"It wasn't your ass, daddy."

"it was close enough that I ain't even gonna yell at you for sayin' ass. Now behave."

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"So was the event bring your own horse? Because if so, I definitely missed the memo." He's perched up on one of the fences put up around the faire, absently tossing his hunting knife into the air and catching it as it falls, gaze behind his mask trained on the jousting tournament. He'd been knocked out in the first round, not that he'd complain about that fact- Brianna had simply outplayed him- and he'd not spent much time on the back of a horse in the past several years. But Rance had, and it had clearly been to his benefit at least a little- as he'd made it to the next round. "Not a bad show in any case, man, you been keepin' well? Ain't been by the outdoors shop in a while, makin' most a' my restocks in trade around town, and all that. And I don't think I've personally made a run out t' the edge of town to drop somethin' at the farm in like, a year- Got two kids with two workin' legs- definitely the better option fer timely deliveries." He laughs, hand moving to pull his mask from his face into his hair, picking up one of the bottles of mead beside his feet and uncorking it, taking a smooth swallow before offering the other bottle to Rance. "To yer victory?"

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