Thorned Hammer

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Marcus could walk to the range blind folded at this point, going there almost every day now. It didn't take long before they arrived and entered the weapons room. In here he let go of Rin's hand to choose a rifle. His expression was sort of blank now, his face a bit pale but his fingers made quick work of assembling and loading the rifle.
"What are you using." He asked her, not looking up from the gun as he almost tenderly slid bullets into it.

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"Good. Let's get out of here then.". Marcus cleared his throat, drying his eyes again before grabbing his jacket and, after a pause, her hand. Pulling on a straight face he started out of the small room and into the hall. If any of his classmates knew he'd been crying he'd never hear the end of it.

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Ah its okay!

We can skip if you want?

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Hey its fine, gm stuff happens!

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That caused Marcus to snort in amusment, before he rubbed his face with both hands in a final attempt to dry it. "I think I want to go shoot things,". He said after a bit, a grim glint in his eyes. " want to join?"

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Marcus sat back a bit, letting go of her now and drying his eyes quickly. "Yeah just, don't tell anyone about, this k?". He gestured to his damp sleeve clearly referring to his crying.

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"Probably shoulda done that...". He muttered, it would look better then him just skipping. Too late now though, he figured.

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"You've got classes". He mumbled into her shoulder. Even as he said those though his hands tightened in the back of her uniform almost in desperation, as if worried she might actually leave for said classes.

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Marcus stiffened as if getting ready to shove her away from him. But the tension soon went out of his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around her, stifling his crying against her shoulder.

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"I just don't see any point giving a shit about this anymore. It was for him anyways. Just to be like him." He finished bitterly, his eyes glassy with tears as he dragged a sleeve over them in attempt to wipe them away.