Scene: Daryan and Fran in "Red Hot American Awkwardness"
(OOC: This takes place on the same night as Adrian and Klavier's dinner, June 9th. Because Daryan's a jerk like that.
It should also be noted that I pulled alot of the gun/gallery operations out of Wikipedia and nowhere. So I MAY be wrong at times.)
Franziska: *Franziska pulls up in front of the small shooting gallery, looking slightly chagrined. Daryan hadn't mentioned many specifics when he called, and... to be honest, she'd never expected to enter a place like this. Nonetheless, she'd agreed to stop by-- so she pushes open the door and looks around for Daryan.*
Daryan: *Daryan is standing in one of the small box-like stalls, a pair of ear-muffs and a cheap, scuffed up clear visor covering his eyes as he takes aim with a .38 revolver that he borrowed from the shooting gallery at a target at the end of the building. He pulls the trigger three times, taking a two second pause in-between each gunshot. The first shot missed the target, but the second and third shots hit right in the inner ring. Not a bulls-eye but better than when he first started a few weeks ago.*
Franziska: *Franziska waits until Daryan finishes his three shots before approaching him, reaching to remove his earmuffs.* Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan tenses up for a moment at the sudden movement behind him, his guard still up before he hears Franziska's voice after she lifts the earmuffs off, the head band that is usually on the top of the head is forced to the back of Daryan's head on account of his hair. He resets the hammer of the gun, opens up the revolver's chamber to take out the three shots that are remaining and places them on the table before setting down the gun, the safety turned on and turning to Franziska* Hello, Ms. von Karma. Just as a heads-up later, you shouldn't sneak up on someone here until they set the gun down, man.
Franziska: *She glances around to the few other people in the gallery before looking calmly back to Daryan.* ...Well, if you were irresponsible enough to shoot whoever was behind you, I sincerely hope you wouldn't be handling a gun.
Daryan: *Daryan smirks before taking off the visor* Good point, it's just some people might be...a bit jumpy from the rush they might be feelin'. I wouldn't want you to get hurt is all I was saying.
Franziska: *She looks around again with the faintest smirk of her own.* I am capable of taking care of myself, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: If you say so. *Daryan looks around and waits for a brief pause in the gunfire.* You're probably wondering why I would ask you to come out to a place like this, yeah?
Franziska: I am, as a matter of fact. *She seems a bit wary, though she disguises it.*
Daryan: Well, *Gunfire from the nearby boxes starts up and ends, forcing Daryan to repeat himself* I was out here killing time while Klavier and our manager have dinner tonight. Need to practice for the academy and I thought it could be fun to invite you along. *Daryan's smile gets bigger* Like a game to play while our friends are doing something else.
Franziska: Ah yes, I had thought you might be going with-- *And she stops, looking ever so slightly aghast as the gunshots slow down again.* Are you... suggesting to teach me how to fire a gun, Mr. Crescend?
Daryan: *It was then that Daryan hit the flaw in his little date plan: "What if Franziska hated the thought of a gun?" and starts to rub his jaw* It..does seem a little bit weird of a thought since a prosecutor like you only deals with people who use them for murder, yeah. But it wouldn't hurt to know how one of them works at a different angle *pauses then quickly adds in* That is, if you want to.
Franziska: *She regards the entire setup with interest.* I know how guns operate from a purely scientific standpoint, in my line of work. *She thinks it over, briefly, before nodding to Daryan.* It... certainly couldn't hurt, you're right.
Daryan: *Daryan smiles* Okay then, I'll grab some extra ammo and another set of ear muffs and glasses. *Daryan goes up to the counter and asks for more .38 ammo and the extra set of equipment needed for Franziska, ignoring the stare the clerk is giving him and goes back to Fran with the stuff* First, put the earmuffs and glasses on. The earmuffs will help keep your ears from rining when you fire. The glasses are pretty much useless since you'll be firing a revolver and the empty bullets won't hit you in the eyes, but it's the house rules, man.
Franziska: ...I see. *She takes the earmuffs and puts them on, adjusting them cautiously before slipping the glasses over her eyes.*
Daryan: *Daryan walks up to the gun and picks it up, keeping the barrel aimed to the floor* Second thing is that you never aim at this at anything you don't wanna shoot. Point it down to the ground when you are not aiming, even if the safety is on like it is now. *Daryan taps his finger next to a small round button on the right side of the pistol* That's the safety switch right there, man. Ya push it in and you can fire, push it from the left side to switch the safety back on.
Franziska: *Franziska looks over the gun as he speaks, nodding-- she knows most of this, but she's never actually made use of it before.* Is there anything else?
Daryan: One other thing. *Daryan presses a button next to the revolver's hammer and cylinder which swings out to the left* You press the button next to the hammer on the left side to open up the revolver to put in your ammo. Just push it back in and it will snap into place, but I'll load it this time *Daryan takes the three live bullets left on the counter and puts them into the next three chambers of the gun before pushing the gun back into place, setting the gun on the table and stepping back* The gun's loaded right now, just need to turn the safety off. We can go further with the instructions when I see you fire, so walk up to the counter and try taking a shot at the target.
Franziska: ...All right, then. *She takes the gun from the counter with a deep breath, aiming slowly and carefully. She attempts to stand in what she knows is the correct position--though reading about how to do something, she knows, is quite different than actually doing it. Her first shot hits fairly close to the mark, though not as much as she would have liked, and she's sent backwards a bit from the expected kickback.*
Daryan: *Daryan looks at Franziska's posture and then at the target, not wanting to say that her first shot was better than his first one and he started this weeks ago* Hmmmm...Not bad. Though it seems the posture's a bit off, everything else is pretty good.
Franziska: *Franziska sizes up the the target, making mental notes as she flicks the safety back on and rubs her shoulder a bit.* I see. *She aims the gun again, as a practice, sliding her feet just a bit farther apart and attempting to gauge where she went wrong.*
Daryan: Don't worry about it, no one is perfect on the first attempt. Try firing another shot, so we can see if just moving a bit will fix it.
Franziska: *She smirks, almost unnoticeably, at the mention of "no one is perfect"-- then turns off the safety and fires once again. Although she moves back even less the second time, this shot is perhaps an inch or so farther from the target's center than the first one.*
Daryan: Huh...That didn't work. Let me try something to help you... *Daryan looks over the posture Fran has taken again, trying to think of what could be off* Sliding your feet apart probably helped with the recoil but the bullet went off than before.... *Daryan thinks a little bit more and comes up with an idea. He then places his hands on Franziska's hips, hoping to a God he seldom prays to that she doesn't turn around and shoot him for this, and moves her a bit to the left of the target.*
Franziska: *She freezes at Daryan's touch, too aghast to say anything as her position is readjusted and nearly too unaccustomed to having this much physical contact to think-- but sure enough, when she fires again, the shot is almost dead on. Then, of course, she turns the safety back on and spins to face him.* Mr. Crescend. *Her voice is dark.* Thank you for the help... but I would suggest you do not to that again.
Daryan: *Daryan raises his hands up in the air, as if he was surrendering or indicating that he meant nothing by it. Though he's pleased that she took that so well or at least that he's not dead* Still not a fan of being touched. Got it. But at least, we figured out the problem.
Franziska: *She continues to glare at him for a moment after he raises his hands... then relaxes slightly, examining the target once more.* We did, yes. *She returns to the position she was just in, lifting the gun experimentally and nodding.*
Daryan: *Daryan puts his hands back down* Do you want to keep going or did you have enough? I've got 36 more bullets, that's enough for 6 tries with a fully loaded gun like that.
Franziska: Actually... *Franziska smirks, handing Daryan the revolver.* Perhaps I'll watch you have a turn, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan takes the revolver and walks up to the counter* All right then. I'll show ya what I can do. *Daryan opens up the cylinder and dumps out the spent casings from the gun and puts 6 live bullets in their places before swinging the cylinder shut with a flick of his wrist. As Daryan gets into his aiming pose, he's a bit nervous as he doesn't want to look like a fool in front of Franziska since he never even hit the bullseye before. However he keeps that emotion hidden deep down as he raises the gun to take aim at the target.
Daryan points the revolver at the target for a second and then lowers the gun before turning to Franziska* Hey, would you be interested in a little wager?
Franziska: A... wager? *She tilts her head curiously.* Of what sort?
Daryan: It's pretty simple, man. I've got six shots in this gun as you know. If I hit a bullseye even once, would you be willing to go to this high school prom with me that's coming up?
Franziska: You're asking me to a prom? *She smirks for an instant.* I must say, I didn't think that kind of thing would interest you, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan chuckles a bit* Heh heh heh...Ya know, if you said that before we started seeing each other, you'd be right. Plus I figure I might as well go to one of those since I'll be graduating this year.
Franziska: Understandable. *She thinks a moment, weighing her disregard of something so trivial as a high school prom with Daryan's probability of hitting a bullseye... and then smirks; her eyes seem dangerous.* Very well. I accept. However, if you do not make your shot... then the next time I see you, it will be a location of my choosing and you will be covering all expenses. ...Is that fair?
Daryan: *Daryan gives his cocky grin* Deal, I hope you have a good dress picked out, Ms. von Karma. *But as Daryan turns around to aim the revolver again, he curses in his mind. He ducked out of one dinner because he didn't want to pay tonight, he doesn't want to pay for some rich fancypants place now. He takes a deep breath and again, starts to pray as he pulls the trigger. BANG! BANG! The first shot hits the outer ring as well as the second shot. Daryan curses again and moves himself a few steps to the right and fires two more shots. This time, they went into the inner ring, the fourth bullet coming close to the bullseye circle. Daryan takes one step to the left, takes a few deep breaths. The last two shots are his last chance between a hopefully inexpensive prom...and paying for overpriced tasteless food. He pulls the trigger twice again, one of them missed the bulleyes by an inch...but the final shot hit the bullseye perfectly. Daryan stands still for a second before realizing that he finally hit a bullseye and saved his thin budget from financial doom.*
Franziska: *Franziska watches each of Daryan's shots intently, barely any emotion escaping onto her face. When he hits the bullseye, she stands for a moment in shocked silence and then frowns, cursing what was either her misjudgment of Daryan's ability or a large amount of dumb luck on his part.* Well. Congratulations, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan empties all of the spent ammo from the revolver before putting the .38 on the counter, trying to keep his excitement to himself* Oh, it's no big thing, Ms. von Karma. You weren't bad for a first timer, but I just had a little more experience at this.
Franziska: ...Of course. *She doesn't look at him as she speaks.* When is this prom of yours, then?
Daryan: *Daryan takes off his glasses* Well, to be honest...I forgot the exact date. I'll check it out next time I go to school, there might be a theme to the thing as well, man.
Franziska: ...A theme. *She exhales, a touch bitterly, as she takes off her glasses and earmuffs as well.* Please be sure to keep me posted, in that case.
Daryan: Sure thing, *Daryan smilies* it would be rather embarassing showing up without a date, you know.
Franziska: I'm sure it would. *She places the gear on the counter, still refusing to meet Daryan's eyes.*
Daryan: *Daryan sighs over the von Karma women not looking at him and decides to lean and tilt his body so he can see eye to eye with Franziska* Are you that disappointed in losing a friendly little bet, Ms. von Karma, that you won't look at me in the eyes?
Franziska: *Her hand moves to the whip at her side for a moment, though she doesn't yet take hold of it.* ...Nonsense. *She stares at him coolly.* You won fairly; I have no reason to be disappointed.
Daryan: *Daryan glances and sees Fran going for the whip and starts to ease back* Your attitude and motions says differently. So...you just don't want to go to anything like a prom, am I close?
Franziska: *She sighs.* I find the concept a bit ridiculous, yes. ...That doesn't matter, however, does it?
Daryan: Well, if you don't want to go, I suppose we could do something else in it's place...*Daryan starts thinking of what would Klavier would do. After all, you don't hang around a guy like him for two years without picking up litle things* Maybe a kiss...Though I'm sure if you hate being touched, you wouldn't care for that, man.
Franziska: *Her eyes go briefly wide at the mention of a kiss, and she shakes her head.* We had an agreement, Mr. Crescend; and if nothing else, I refuse to back down on its terms.
Daryan: *Daryan shruges his shoulders* Fair enough, just offerin; a solution to the problem. *A brief pause* Now, do you want to shoot again or did you have enough?
Franziska: I appreciate the offer. *She glances at the target.* ...I believe that's enough for tonight-- though if you'd like to continue, feel free.
Daryan: Nah, I think that's enough for tonight. I still need to pack up some of my stuff and start taking it over to Klavier's apartment. *Daryan picks up the box of ammo, the revolver and both sets of glasses and earmuffs*
Franziska: ...Ah, you were staying with him, correct?
Daryan: Nope, I'm still at my house but not for long. I'd say one more box of stuff to pack up and then I'm a free man.
Franziska: Well. *Franziska nods as she makes sure he has all the equipment under control.* I wish you luck, then; and let me know once you recall the date of that prom.
Daryan: You got it, I'll see you around, Ms. von Karma. *Daryan starts to walk up to the counter to give all of the gear back to the clerk*
Franziska: ...Goodbye, then. *She nods again to Daryan as she leaves the shooting gallery and walks briskly to her car; and it's not until she's seated that she stops and thinks about what in the world she's going to do at a high school prom.
Daryan: *Daryan hands over the gun, the ammo and the rest to the counter and was told that he's not getting a refund for the ammo not used with his "girlfriend" which is met with a series of rude gestures and insults as Daryan walks out of the shooting gallery. He gets into his van and then remembers that he has no idea how to dance and hits his head against the steering wheel.* I should have asked for the kiss first, even if she would have shot me...
It should also be noted that I pulled alot of the gun/gallery operations out of Wikipedia and nowhere. So I MAY be wrong at times.)
Franziska: *Franziska pulls up in front of the small shooting gallery, looking slightly chagrined. Daryan hadn't mentioned many specifics when he called, and... to be honest, she'd never expected to enter a place like this. Nonetheless, she'd agreed to stop by-- so she pushes open the door and looks around for Daryan.*
Daryan: *Daryan is standing in one of the small box-like stalls, a pair of ear-muffs and a cheap, scuffed up clear visor covering his eyes as he takes aim with a .38 revolver that he borrowed from the shooting gallery at a target at the end of the building. He pulls the trigger three times, taking a two second pause in-between each gunshot. The first shot missed the target, but the second and third shots hit right in the inner ring. Not a bulls-eye but better than when he first started a few weeks ago.*
Franziska: *Franziska waits until Daryan finishes his three shots before approaching him, reaching to remove his earmuffs.* Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan tenses up for a moment at the sudden movement behind him, his guard still up before he hears Franziska's voice after she lifts the earmuffs off, the head band that is usually on the top of the head is forced to the back of Daryan's head on account of his hair. He resets the hammer of the gun, opens up the revolver's chamber to take out the three shots that are remaining and places them on the table before setting down the gun, the safety turned on and turning to Franziska* Hello, Ms. von Karma. Just as a heads-up later, you shouldn't sneak up on someone here until they set the gun down, man.
Franziska: *She glances around to the few other people in the gallery before looking calmly back to Daryan.* ...Well, if you were irresponsible enough to shoot whoever was behind you, I sincerely hope you wouldn't be handling a gun.
Daryan: *Daryan smirks before taking off the visor* Good point, it's just some people might be...a bit jumpy from the rush they might be feelin'. I wouldn't want you to get hurt is all I was saying.
Franziska: *She looks around again with the faintest smirk of her own.* I am capable of taking care of myself, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: If you say so. *Daryan looks around and waits for a brief pause in the gunfire.* You're probably wondering why I would ask you to come out to a place like this, yeah?
Franziska: I am, as a matter of fact. *She seems a bit wary, though she disguises it.*
Daryan: Well, *Gunfire from the nearby boxes starts up and ends, forcing Daryan to repeat himself* I was out here killing time while Klavier and our manager have dinner tonight. Need to practice for the academy and I thought it could be fun to invite you along. *Daryan's smile gets bigger* Like a game to play while our friends are doing something else.
Franziska: Ah yes, I had thought you might be going with-- *And she stops, looking ever so slightly aghast as the gunshots slow down again.* Are you... suggesting to teach me how to fire a gun, Mr. Crescend?
Daryan: *It was then that Daryan hit the flaw in his little date plan: "What if Franziska hated the thought of a gun?" and starts to rub his jaw* It..does seem a little bit weird of a thought since a prosecutor like you only deals with people who use them for murder, yeah. But it wouldn't hurt to know how one of them works at a different angle *pauses then quickly adds in* That is, if you want to.
Franziska: *She regards the entire setup with interest.* I know how guns operate from a purely scientific standpoint, in my line of work. *She thinks it over, briefly, before nodding to Daryan.* It... certainly couldn't hurt, you're right.
Daryan: *Daryan smiles* Okay then, I'll grab some extra ammo and another set of ear muffs and glasses. *Daryan goes up to the counter and asks for more .38 ammo and the extra set of equipment needed for Franziska, ignoring the stare the clerk is giving him and goes back to Fran with the stuff* First, put the earmuffs and glasses on. The earmuffs will help keep your ears from rining when you fire. The glasses are pretty much useless since you'll be firing a revolver and the empty bullets won't hit you in the eyes, but it's the house rules, man.
Franziska: ...I see. *She takes the earmuffs and puts them on, adjusting them cautiously before slipping the glasses over her eyes.*
Daryan: *Daryan walks up to the gun and picks it up, keeping the barrel aimed to the floor* Second thing is that you never aim at this at anything you don't wanna shoot. Point it down to the ground when you are not aiming, even if the safety is on like it is now. *Daryan taps his finger next to a small round button on the right side of the pistol* That's the safety switch right there, man. Ya push it in and you can fire, push it from the left side to switch the safety back on.
Franziska: *Franziska looks over the gun as he speaks, nodding-- she knows most of this, but she's never actually made use of it before.* Is there anything else?
Daryan: One other thing. *Daryan presses a button next to the revolver's hammer and cylinder which swings out to the left* You press the button next to the hammer on the left side to open up the revolver to put in your ammo. Just push it back in and it will snap into place, but I'll load it this time *Daryan takes the three live bullets left on the counter and puts them into the next three chambers of the gun before pushing the gun back into place, setting the gun on the table and stepping back* The gun's loaded right now, just need to turn the safety off. We can go further with the instructions when I see you fire, so walk up to the counter and try taking a shot at the target.
Franziska: ...All right, then. *She takes the gun from the counter with a deep breath, aiming slowly and carefully. She attempts to stand in what she knows is the correct position--though reading about how to do something, she knows, is quite different than actually doing it. Her first shot hits fairly close to the mark, though not as much as she would have liked, and she's sent backwards a bit from the expected kickback.*
Daryan: *Daryan looks at Franziska's posture and then at the target, not wanting to say that her first shot was better than his first one and he started this weeks ago* Hmmmm...Not bad. Though it seems the posture's a bit off, everything else is pretty good.
Franziska: *Franziska sizes up the the target, making mental notes as she flicks the safety back on and rubs her shoulder a bit.* I see. *She aims the gun again, as a practice, sliding her feet just a bit farther apart and attempting to gauge where she went wrong.*
Daryan: Don't worry about it, no one is perfect on the first attempt. Try firing another shot, so we can see if just moving a bit will fix it.
Franziska: *She smirks, almost unnoticeably, at the mention of "no one is perfect"-- then turns off the safety and fires once again. Although she moves back even less the second time, this shot is perhaps an inch or so farther from the target's center than the first one.*
Daryan: Huh...That didn't work. Let me try something to help you... *Daryan looks over the posture Fran has taken again, trying to think of what could be off* Sliding your feet apart probably helped with the recoil but the bullet went off than before.... *Daryan thinks a little bit more and comes up with an idea. He then places his hands on Franziska's hips, hoping to a God he seldom prays to that she doesn't turn around and shoot him for this, and moves her a bit to the left of the target.*
Franziska: *She freezes at Daryan's touch, too aghast to say anything as her position is readjusted and nearly too unaccustomed to having this much physical contact to think-- but sure enough, when she fires again, the shot is almost dead on. Then, of course, she turns the safety back on and spins to face him.* Mr. Crescend. *Her voice is dark.* Thank you for the help... but I would suggest you do not to that again.
Daryan: *Daryan raises his hands up in the air, as if he was surrendering or indicating that he meant nothing by it. Though he's pleased that she took that so well or at least that he's not dead* Still not a fan of being touched. Got it. But at least, we figured out the problem.
Franziska: *She continues to glare at him for a moment after he raises his hands... then relaxes slightly, examining the target once more.* We did, yes. *She returns to the position she was just in, lifting the gun experimentally and nodding.*
Daryan: *Daryan puts his hands back down* Do you want to keep going or did you have enough? I've got 36 more bullets, that's enough for 6 tries with a fully loaded gun like that.
Franziska: Actually... *Franziska smirks, handing Daryan the revolver.* Perhaps I'll watch you have a turn, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan takes the revolver and walks up to the counter* All right then. I'll show ya what I can do. *Daryan opens up the cylinder and dumps out the spent casings from the gun and puts 6 live bullets in their places before swinging the cylinder shut with a flick of his wrist. As Daryan gets into his aiming pose, he's a bit nervous as he doesn't want to look like a fool in front of Franziska since he never even hit the bullseye before. However he keeps that emotion hidden deep down as he raises the gun to take aim at the target.
Daryan points the revolver at the target for a second and then lowers the gun before turning to Franziska* Hey, would you be interested in a little wager?
Franziska: A... wager? *She tilts her head curiously.* Of what sort?
Daryan: It's pretty simple, man. I've got six shots in this gun as you know. If I hit a bullseye even once, would you be willing to go to this high school prom with me that's coming up?
Franziska: You're asking me to a prom? *She smirks for an instant.* I must say, I didn't think that kind of thing would interest you, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan chuckles a bit* Heh heh heh...Ya know, if you said that before we started seeing each other, you'd be right. Plus I figure I might as well go to one of those since I'll be graduating this year.
Franziska: Understandable. *She thinks a moment, weighing her disregard of something so trivial as a high school prom with Daryan's probability of hitting a bullseye... and then smirks; her eyes seem dangerous.* Very well. I accept. However, if you do not make your shot... then the next time I see you, it will be a location of my choosing and you will be covering all expenses. ...Is that fair?
Daryan: *Daryan gives his cocky grin* Deal, I hope you have a good dress picked out, Ms. von Karma. *But as Daryan turns around to aim the revolver again, he curses in his mind. He ducked out of one dinner because he didn't want to pay tonight, he doesn't want to pay for some rich fancypants place now. He takes a deep breath and again, starts to pray as he pulls the trigger. BANG! BANG! The first shot hits the outer ring as well as the second shot. Daryan curses again and moves himself a few steps to the right and fires two more shots. This time, they went into the inner ring, the fourth bullet coming close to the bullseye circle. Daryan takes one step to the left, takes a few deep breaths. The last two shots are his last chance between a hopefully inexpensive prom...and paying for overpriced tasteless food. He pulls the trigger twice again, one of them missed the bulleyes by an inch...but the final shot hit the bullseye perfectly. Daryan stands still for a second before realizing that he finally hit a bullseye and saved his thin budget from financial doom.*
Franziska: *Franziska watches each of Daryan's shots intently, barely any emotion escaping onto her face. When he hits the bullseye, she stands for a moment in shocked silence and then frowns, cursing what was either her misjudgment of Daryan's ability or a large amount of dumb luck on his part.* Well. Congratulations, Mr. Crescend.
Daryan: *Daryan empties all of the spent ammo from the revolver before putting the .38 on the counter, trying to keep his excitement to himself* Oh, it's no big thing, Ms. von Karma. You weren't bad for a first timer, but I just had a little more experience at this.
Franziska: ...Of course. *She doesn't look at him as she speaks.* When is this prom of yours, then?
Daryan: *Daryan takes off his glasses* Well, to be honest...I forgot the exact date. I'll check it out next time I go to school, there might be a theme to the thing as well, man.
Franziska: ...A theme. *She exhales, a touch bitterly, as she takes off her glasses and earmuffs as well.* Please be sure to keep me posted, in that case.
Daryan: Sure thing, *Daryan smilies* it would be rather embarassing showing up without a date, you know.
Franziska: I'm sure it would. *She places the gear on the counter, still refusing to meet Daryan's eyes.*
Daryan: *Daryan sighs over the von Karma women not looking at him and decides to lean and tilt his body so he can see eye to eye with Franziska* Are you that disappointed in losing a friendly little bet, Ms. von Karma, that you won't look at me in the eyes?
Franziska: *Her hand moves to the whip at her side for a moment, though she doesn't yet take hold of it.* ...Nonsense. *She stares at him coolly.* You won fairly; I have no reason to be disappointed.
Daryan: *Daryan glances and sees Fran going for the whip and starts to ease back* Your attitude and motions says differently. So...you just don't want to go to anything like a prom, am I close?
Franziska: *She sighs.* I find the concept a bit ridiculous, yes. ...That doesn't matter, however, does it?
Daryan: Well, if you don't want to go, I suppose we could do something else in it's place...*Daryan starts thinking of what would Klavier would do. After all, you don't hang around a guy like him for two years without picking up litle things* Maybe a kiss...Though I'm sure if you hate being touched, you wouldn't care for that, man.
Franziska: *Her eyes go briefly wide at the mention of a kiss, and she shakes her head.* We had an agreement, Mr. Crescend; and if nothing else, I refuse to back down on its terms.
Daryan: *Daryan shruges his shoulders* Fair enough, just offerin; a solution to the problem. *A brief pause* Now, do you want to shoot again or did you have enough?
Franziska: I appreciate the offer. *She glances at the target.* ...I believe that's enough for tonight-- though if you'd like to continue, feel free.
Daryan: Nah, I think that's enough for tonight. I still need to pack up some of my stuff and start taking it over to Klavier's apartment. *Daryan picks up the box of ammo, the revolver and both sets of glasses and earmuffs*
Franziska: ...Ah, you were staying with him, correct?
Daryan: Nope, I'm still at my house but not for long. I'd say one more box of stuff to pack up and then I'm a free man.
Franziska: Well. *Franziska nods as she makes sure he has all the equipment under control.* I wish you luck, then; and let me know once you recall the date of that prom.
Daryan: You got it, I'll see you around, Ms. von Karma. *Daryan starts to walk up to the counter to give all of the gear back to the clerk*
Franziska: ...Goodbye, then. *She nods again to Daryan as she leaves the shooting gallery and walks briskly to her car; and it's not until she's seated that she stops and thinks about what in the world she's going to do at a high school prom.
Daryan: *Daryan hands over the gun, the ammo and the rest to the counter and was told that he's not getting a refund for the ammo not used with his "girlfriend" which is met with a series of rude gestures and insults as Daryan walks out of the shooting gallery. He gets into his van and then remembers that he has no idea how to dance and hits his head against the steering wheel.* I should have asked for the kiss first, even if she would have shot me...