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[puppy_lancer]

Yeah, I'd like you along, at least.

Though Reno says that we're hunting big game for our first group hunt, so no kids.

--Lancer

[chainsawn]

I'm not a kid.

He sounds rude.

[ ... yeah, she's totally fifteen, which means she's a kid. But never say Urotsuki won't try to deny the impossible all the same since it's not like she looks any older than her age. ]

[puppy_lancer]

Well, he's a little blunt. And a little too careful sometimes.

But even if you can't go, I'll take you hunting for smaller stuff right after we get the big stuff down.

[chainsawn]

Don't worry.

I understand already.

[ .. just the same as back home, isn't it..? ]

Have fun hunting.

[puppy_lancer]

[He feels absolutely rotten as he writes this note. He hates breaking promises, especially if it means disappointing a kid.]

I'm really sorry, kid.

I'll get you a trophy when I get back? How about a boar tusk?

--Lancer

[chainsawn]

[ For a while she stares at the note, wondering if she should just reply to it to begin with. But then again, from his words it does seem like he's trying to reach out at least a little bit to her - more than most adults do.

It makes her give it the benefit of the doubt even if she does feel disappointed. ]

I'd like a gift.

Thank you.

given on February 14th

[puppy_lancer]

[There's a boar's tusk half the size of a man's arm, and a small bag of cookies. There's a note next to the package.]

Here you go, kid. And happy Valentine's Day.

--Lancer