Gun Range, Saturday Afternoon

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Knowing he was gonna die young wasn't something Dante had really had a problem for a long time. Okay, sure, he didn't want to, but it was the way shit was, and so he might as well be trying to fit as much fun into the time he had as he could. Keep fighting for a little bit more of it each time too, because screw laying down and dying, but that was it. It sucked, but it was uncomplicated.

Even after a year at this place, he hadn't really thought about it mattering to anyone else. Sure as hell hadn't lived a life where that came up a lot, before. But Anders's weirdness right after he'd brought it up? That was sticking with him. He didn't like it, but he was also pretty sure he didn't like Anders having to get that weird (and what it implied) more than he didn't like the part where he had to deal with Anders being weird.

Which was also new. And stupid. And definitely not uncomplicated.

He fired Ivory in rapid succession, peppering the bullseye with holes. Shifted Ebony up and fired a bunch of them straight through the target's head a split second later. He twirled the guns in his hands and eyed the target critically.

He should be out there partying, not thinking about killing demons better.

He pointed Ebony forward and shot the target right in the guts. "Think you can stomach that?"

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