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Sitting in silence, both Cepheus and Cassia stared out of the windshield at the warehouse in front of them. Neither spoke, Cassia barely being able to formulate words through the anger she felt, and Cepheus waiting for her to speak up first. Since this was in fact her idea to come here. By now they were both changed into different clothes, Cassia wearing a pair of his sweatpants and one of his white shirts that he coincidentally had in the car, and Cepheus in a black sweatsuit just to be more comfortable.
"Can I see that?" She mumbled, pointing towards the beretta that rested in his lap. Glancing down, Cepheus almost asked why, but chose not to question her while she was in such a state. Running his tongue over his lips he handed it over to her, staring as she picked it up to fit it in her hand.
"You need to hold it better, you gon end up hurting yourself if you don't fix that." Cepheus pointed, reaching over to position the gun in her hand a little better. "You ain't pick one up since we shot your parents?"
"No" She spoke just above a whisper, her eyebrows knitted to focus her attention on the way he fixed her hand. She allowed him to aim it towards the window, making sure to roll it down from his end before helping her apply pressure on the trigger. Unlike the first time she shot a gun, she didn't scream or even flinch. Her face stayed straight and her eyes remained on the area the bullet went. "Let me do it." She mumbled, taking his hand from off of hers.
Taking a deep breath, Cassia shifted so that she could see what she was doing a little more clear. Placing her finger on the trigger, she didn't hesitate to pull back, releasing 3 shots straight into the head of the target that Cepheus had propped up in the distance. Not necessarily for her, but when he needed a stress reliever he used it.
"This the most attractive shit I ever seen in my life." He struggled to speak through the Cuban cigar between his lips, but Cassia still heard him. Glancing in his direction, she gave him a small smile before opening her door up. Stepping out without any acknowledgment to Cepheus who remained sitting in his seat. "Alright, just fuck me then." He mumbled to himself, before getting out behind her.
"You should get me a pink one of these that has sparkles on it." She smiled, Cepheus immediately shaking his head while snatching the gun from her hold.
"Calm your trigger happy ass down, for one. And hell naw I ain't getting you no damn gun, imma let you have your fun right now, but this the first and last time. Stand there." He spoke in all seriousness, ignoring the pout that lined Cassia's lips.
"But what if I need to defend myself? I mean, I'm sure a lot of people want to hurt you right?" Glancing over at her, Cepheus placed his hand up against the detector to open the sliding doors. Motioning his hand for her to walk in first, he glanced behind him to double check they were in the clear before walking in after her.
