To be Yours

Not so Bad

It was a day or two later, and Ranza had given Javier a list of the things she needed.
She hadn't talked to him barely at all within the few days, and she was fine with that. The less social Interaction- the better.

This was as she figured though, and it was what she thought with all the members. Tilly had started to hold a grudge against her, and she wasn't even sure why.

Looking out of the corner of her eye and could see Javier making his way over to her with items in his arms.

She raised her eyebrows as he huffed and awkwardly tried to set everything down on the table without dropping anything. "Mierda..." he grumbled and looked at her. "Is this everything?" He asked and she shrugged looking over the things, and he sat down next to her.

"Do you have a specific knife you want in it?" She asked and he quickly nodded before getting up and hurrying off, and came back with a hunting knife and handing it to her.

"Belt..." she mumbled and he looked at her confused. "What?" He asked and she sighed. "I need your belt." She said and he 'oohed' before taking the gun belt off, and took the current gun and knives out of the holsters before gently handing the belt to her.

Javier took this as a time to clean the weapons, and grabbed a cloth before gently rubbing the gun.

Ranza laid the knife down on the leather and grabbed her charcoal pencil, and traced around a half-inch around the blade and part of the handle to get it to fit correctly.

She cut out the piece roughly, and left a strip on top for the belt loop. Javier watching next to her with entranced eyes. She then placed the cut out piece on top of another leather piece and traced around it before cutting that one out.

"What do you want on it?" She asked and he took a minute to answer. "Oh uh, I don't know, what can you make?" He asked and she shrugged. "I could do Boaz if you wanted." She suggested and his eyes lit up.

"That would be uh... great!" He said and agreed happily. "It'll be a few days probably." She mumbled and he nodded and she started tracing out stuff with the pencil on the front part of the sheath.

"You've done this a lot." He commented and she shrugged. "Guess so." She agreed and he smiled. 

Javier sat there awkwardly for a new minutes. Looking like he wanted to say something, but didn't know what.

"So, Mexico?" He said, or rather asked. Ranza hummed shortly but didn't continue on the subject.

She continued to sketch the horse out and brought the tracer out and tracer it over the main outline of the horse.

"You uh, been in America long? I came here a few years back." He asked and explained his own story.

She gave him a side eye and sighed. "A little over ten years." She said and Javier's eyes widened. "O-oh... how old are you?" He asked with a almost nervous undertone.

"Twenty-five." She said quietly, "Twenty-Seven." He said pointing to himself and she nodded with a huff.

Javier looked over at her awkwardly as she didn't say anything else. "Ay uhm.... What will I owe you for this?" He asked.

"Nothing. Gives me something to do." She said quietly and he frowned, and he thought for a moment before his face brightened up.