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Izzie smiled at his chivalry, sliding into the car, careful to lift her legs together or else she’d flash the driver. Izzie having flashed Tray before, wasn’t worried about his reaction. Izzie watched him make the trek to his side, informing the driver they’d prefer to speak among themselves than with the driver. Right now, she wanted to learn as much as she could about her date.

She waited for him to join her before answering his earlier question. “Close that they watch Lucky whenever I need to leave town. But, what about you? Close with your neighbors?,” she asked, reaching out once more for his hand. Izzie wanted to. She wanted him to know the sundress clad woman with a daisy in her hair wanted to hold his hand.

“Would you ever be close enough to let someone water your daisies or look after an imaginary dog?,” she asked, smiling. The ride wouldn’t take long, but she’d take as much as she could of getting to know Tray. Even now, her eyes flickered over his face, remembering how red he’d got over seeing her nudes. How would he look…she stopped that thought before her own face turned red. 

Patience, Izzie.

Patience.

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"Well, I don’t have daisies, either,” he replied mildly.  He didn’t talk much to his neighbors -- probably for the best to not have to make up excuses for why and where he was always vanishing off to. “I actually don’t talk to ‘em much.”  Big surprise there, he was sure, chatty as he was. 

He liked that in cars, even if you weren’t the one driving, you could look ahead, look out the window.  Didn’t have to make eye contact the whole time.  As such, it took a moment for him to glance back and notice her hand.  Hopefully, the delay was made up for by the fact that he took it.  Took it and smiled, small and quick, but it was a smile. 

“I, uh, I’m not great at talking to people.”  Blissfully ignorant of where her head was, aware only of how nicely her hand rested in his, he even managed a joke.  “You probably haven’t noticed.”

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good morning God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everybody’s problem

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Nodding, Izzie moved to shut and lock the door after they exited her place. She stopped, pressed a few buttons on her Uber app. “They’ll be here in 5 minutes, there was a car nearby.” Izzie glanced up to smile before she noticed her elderly neighbors peeking out from their door. “They’re surprised to see me on a date. It’s been that long,” she joked, turning to wave at them. 

“Vi går ut för middag. Kommer snart tillbaka (We’re going out for dinner. Be back later.”

The couple both smiled, waved at Tray before they went back inside. 

“See? Neighbors look out for each other.” Izzie didn’t give them any time to linger, her heels clicking quickly down the stairs. “Come on, we have food to stuff down and drinks to wash it down!”

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His immediate inclination was a twist of anxiety at the idea of witnesses -- but he was taking her out on a date, not taking her out as in -- well.  Taking her out.  Permanently.  If he were in the habit of dwelling on himself, he’d probably consider what a concerning natural instinct that was to have. 

“That’s nice of ‘em.  You close?” 

When the car arrived, that part he knew.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually been on a date, but he remembered he liked that part of it -- getting a couple quick paces ahead to open the door for her, like a gentleman. 

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hello 👀

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Izzie smiled at how careful he was around her. Had their few dates thrown him off? Not likely, since he always looked ready to run or break out into a sweat. 

”She’s not around, you know,” she said, turning to look at him. “You can move me left, right, up, down, even turn me on my back.” Slowly, she repeated what he’d done to readjust her grip on the glock. 

“Tray, I trust you’re not going to grab me where I don’t want to. So, come on, show me.”

“Oh, no, that’s not ... ” 

He trailed off at her words in favor of immediately reddening and refocusing his gaze to his own shoes.  It wasn’t that he was thinking of her grandma -- though he always kind of was, for better or worse.  She was already sweet and patient enough, and he didn’t especially want to come off as some twitchy creep.  Which he was apparently doing a great job of anyway. 

“Sorry. I know.”

He cleared his throat and reached to gently lift her hands to eye level.  “Kind of like that.”  He went as far as bracing one hand against her stomach and pressing the other against her shoulders to lean her forward.  “And bend your knees.  For the recoil.”

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“Oh -- yeah, that’s pretty good.” 

He wasn’t an expert, but it was a little too flattering being treated like one to protest.  A lot of trial and error and google searches were close enough to formal training, anyway.

“Yeah.  It’s unloaded, but that’s the big thing.”  He put out a hand to adjust the way hers gripped, then immediately retracted it.  “Sorry.  Can I move you?”

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“I don’t …”

I don’t actually think I did.

But you know what, that was fine.  He didn’t mind so much.  Not like this girl in particular needed much protection, knowing who she was related to, but it wasn’t a bad thing for a girl to know how to shoot.

Some people might turn up their noses, but he happened to like his glock.  Easy to use, easy to load, easy to learn.  Easy to unload, too, which he did, and handed it over.

“You ever even held a gun before?”

The weight in her hand was unusual, but it felt close to her camera. Except, this one shot people dead than capturing them on film.

“Um…I did, a long time ago.” Smaller than this one and was a pea shooter. Enough to go through her skull back in Budapest. Though, he didn’t need to know that particular story. Just the practice would do.

Steadying herself, she tried to remember what the youtube video talked about stance and space. “Hold up to my shoulders, don’t keep it close to my face, and don’t point at anyone but the target. Right?”

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this new system works and is good

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“I don’t ...”

I don’t actually think I did.

But you know what, that was fine.  He didn’t mind so much.  Not like this girl in particular needed much protection, knowing who she was related to, but it wasn’t a bad thing for a girl to know how to shoot.

Some people might turn up their noses, but he happened to like his glock.  Easy to use, easy to load, easy to learn.  Easy to unload, too, which he did, and handed it over.

“You ever even held a gun before?”

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“You going to show me to shoot, or no? You promised.” Lies, but she needed the practice. 

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Personally, I prefer potassium chloride to chloroform. Acts quicker and no trace in postmortem toxicology. And the other thing about chloroform, it stinks.

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Scorpion necklace by Elsa Peretti for Tiffany and Co. 

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Send me a kink and I'll rate it:

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I wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

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You were closer the first time

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Mexico City Night Sky View

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