An exasperated sigh from Raven’s lips follows the stranger’s words. How… fortunate that she chose this particular target. Well, it doesn’t seem that there is any information to be gleaned from this conversation, so Raven mumbles, "Fine, whatever," before shifting her gaze to a potentially more useful acquaintance.
A question catches her attention once more, however, and the girl’s face contorts in disbelief. "What, this?" She looks at the object in disdain before slapping it unceremoniously against her palm.
”It’s a piece ah’ junk, that’s what it is!” She pulls the trigger and launches a foam bullet into the crowd. "See? That’s literally all it does. This place is so stupid! I had a real gun before coming here, but those dumb dirtbags took it away!"
The other girl shrugs it off, but the blonde becomes more interested in the person the stranger’s looking for. Is it a relative? An evil twin? Or maybe she’s the evil twin? The very thought makes the young girl a little excited, if only because it sounds like something out of a fairy tale… However, her full interest would be garnered if insects could be woven into the tale somehow.
Then again, that’s how it is with most things concerning Agitha.
However, the girl’s attention is grabbed once more the moment the stranger demonstrates her odd object, the blonde’s face lighting up as it does so. How fascinating! How… Cute! All it does is simply shoot those harmless, soft looking things out of it? She can’t help but think how fun that would be to use with your friends!
But then again, she wouldn’t really want to fire that at her insect friends…
“Hee hee! That’s so cute!” she can’t help but say, a warm smile forming onto her porcelain face. “But gosh, that’s terrible! You know, they took away my parasol, too, and gave me a small, paper one… They’re so mean!” and with that, her expression contorts into a sadder one, her mauve optics sparkling as if she were about to cry at any moment.“But when I get it back, they’ll be sorry they took my cute parasol… And your ‘gun’, too! Say, what does a ‘real gun’ do, anyway? Does it fire more of those things?”
The girl watches Raven fire the toy with a little more excitement than is necessary. The dark-haired girl shoves it unceremoniously into her holster and folds her arms, frowning as this stranger calls the sorry excuse for a weapon “cute.” Is she for real?
“Geez, I know it’s fake, but I still wouldn’t call it ‘cute’! I mean, it’s the only weapon I’ve got.”
Raven then freezes as the other’s expression suddenly shifts from one of glee to deep sadness. What’s with her? All this over... a parasol? Aren’t those the fancy things some rich ladies wave around to shade themselves from the sun? Well, if she thinks Raven is going to waste her time trying to comfort her, she’s wrong.
And apparently, this girl doesn’t even know what a gun is. Has she been living under a rock?
“What do ya’ need a parasol for, anyways? It’s really cold and cloudy here. And as for a real gun... It shoots bullets, but they’re made of metal and they can kill people!”
Raven can’t help the smile which spreads across her face as she talks about guns. Real guns are seriously the best.
