AN: I needed an outlet for random ideas that I'm not sure would support a full story, and I had a ton of fun writing my last drabble! Can't promise how often this'll be updated, but hey; at least it's a thing now.
Training Day
"W-What happened to your eye, Laura?!"
"Oh, this?" the Arseid heiress laughed uncomfortably, her hand coming up to brush over the very noticeable bruise. "It's nothing, really. Just a little sparring… mishap, of sorts."
Elliot raised his eyebrows. "Right, you mentioned training with Machias earlier. I guess he managed to land a pretty good hit, huh?" he continued, clearly impressed in spite of his concern.
"If only," she murmured, her cheeks reddening.
The staff wielder blinked. "Come again?"
"Let's just say the next time I attempt to try firing an orbal shotgun, I'll pay more heed to our vice president's warning about recoil and the proximity of one's face to the sights," she finally managed, sounding very much like she wanted to be somewhere – anywhere – else.
… Huh.
"I, uh, see," Elliot coughed delicately into his sleeve, trying the best he could to spare his friend's wounded pride. "Honestly, I wouldn't worry about it too much – I mean, they're definitely not easy weapons to use!"
She shrugged, not looking entirely convinced. "True enough, and I suppose I wasn't alone in having trouble adjusting."
"Wasn't – oh, you mean Machias switched weapons too? How did he do?" he asked, interest piqued.
"He'll let you know when he can feel his arms again," came a weak groan from a vaguely VP shaped lump on the nearby couch, leading to Elliot's sudden double take and a weak chuckle from Laura, who sent a sympathetic glance in the gunner's direction.
"It remains a work in progress."