Thunk.
Clang.
Thump.
Click, clack, clatter, wham, fwp, fwp, thwap, clunk, skrrrt, bam, whap, wump, ka-chink, swff, swff, tink-tink-tink-tink-tinkkkk...
Peep's jaw went slack. She looked from the enormous pile of weaponry on the hotel table and back to Thane, who was now rummaging through his luggage for something more comfortable to wear.
"Jesus lover. Tell me you did not just smuggle all that shit through customs."
Thane merely gave her one of his usual placid smiles.
"How the hell do you even hide this crap?" Peep gestured incredulously with one arm at Thane's arsenal. "I mean, you know we have to go through customs again when we leave, right?"
"Your lack of faith wounds me, Siha." Thane, halfway out of his pants, laid his hand over his heart, a tad low and on the wrong side, and gave Peep the most aggrieved expression he could muster.
Peep scoffed and flapped her hand at him dismissively. "We're on vacation, Thane. What are you going to shoot? Flowers?"
"Considering your own dubious ability to comply with authority, I don't think there is much room for you to criticize me." Thane tugged a new shirt over his head. "Observe." He plucked Peep's carry-on away from her with a small flourish. After a moment of rooting around, he held up a pistol. Peep's pistol. Thane still had that polite little half-smile on his face, but she felt the smugness rolling off him in waves.
Peep crossed her arms and lifted her chin. "Yeah, so? It's one pistol. You, on the other hand, are just one Cain short of having a nuclear stockpile."
"It is better to have and not need than to need and not have. Don't you agree?"