*Quinn was in a shooting range, protective goggles on. Headphones on. The ammount they have been firing into this poor target is concerning*
"Oh dear Quince, you've been here for a while. Are you okay?" *A British voice came in over the headphones, walking up with a crossbow.*
I'm fine Reverie. *They unloaded the empty pistol magazine and placed a new one in.*
"Mhm, you just loaded 9 millimeter by the way." *Reveire asided as they loaded the crossbow*
What? *Quinn stopped to check, before Reverie started laughing*
"You know that the cartridge wouldn't have fit right?" *They giggled as they fired a bolt*
Reverie, I recommend keeping your trouble making tendencies to a minimum. I am not here for fun. *They rolled their eyes as they started firing again*
"You've been here for almost two days. I could tell that." *Reverie started to reload the crossbow*
Well, I'm annoyed and angry and trying to get that out in a healthy manner. *Quinn adjusted their grip.*
"Yes because firing your Five Seven for hours on end, with no breaks." *They fired a bolt* "Is healthy"
Well. What do you want me to do? *They ejected the magazine and loaded a new one in*
"Move on? Maybe? Fuck role models and fuck him." *They reloaded their crossbow*
Ok. Sure *Quinn rolled their eyes, as they adjusted their grip*
"It would be rather hypocritical if you continue to hold onto the anger"
Yeah but- *Quinn fired a round directly into the targets head*
"Quinn. Trust me. Let it go. We all know what continuing on this pity of failure will do."
