August 13: Trigger space.
As Suzuna once said to her, their relationship was like a shotgun with finger on the trigger.
One of them just needs to pull, and it will explode, loud, bright and deadly as a flying bullet.
But because Mamori-neesan was not the aggressive one when it came to handling relationships, it would take time and probably a lot of it.
Maybe she was right.
"You are holding it wrong."
She couldn't really count it as a hug, could she? Not when she is holding a gun in her hands and he comes from behind and puts his palms on hers.
"Here, you push this end to your shoulder, tighter, like this, and this hand here, for fuck's sake, it won't bite you! …And now, lower you shoulder, and push your elbow down, it's not a damn bow. There you go."
He steps back, and observes her position.
"And now you got big guns," he smirked, took out his camera and took a shot. "This is so going into the Devil's Handbook."
"…As well as your private collection." She retorted.
He looked dumb-folded for a moment, silently opened and closed him mouth a couple of times, then waved his finger at her, as if saying I see what you are trying to do there, and it won't work.
It already did, she signed back.
You can always use a muffler, and no one will ever know.
