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[catchacold]

[Congrats, Maya, you befriended an action anti-villain.]

If you're careful.

[He draws the gun, facing it away from her and then lowering the barrel, just in case.]

Don't touch the core. It's not active right now, but it's still cold.

[finewithhalf]

[She has no idea what the core is. It doesn't even matter that he said cold when aren't guns supposed to be hot? There's a part that looks like a handle and that's probably where a hand is supposed to go.

She might be caressing it a little. It even feels like something awesome.]

[catchacold]

I know.

[Hey, he loves his gun. There's a reason he kidnapped went to the same guy twice to get it just right.]

Want to see it in action?

[finewithhalf]

Can I??

[Okay, that was a lot more enthusiasm than she meant to let squeak out. But it's awesome and heck yeah she wants to see what it does.

Does it make things explode?

Lenny totally sets off explosions and then doesn't look at them.]

[catchacold]

M-hm. Stay behind me princess.

[That said he powers up the gun and pulls his glasses out of his pocket. He considers for a moment, then he hands the glasses to her, gesturing so she'll put them on.]

Without them, the glare would hurt your eyes.

[And, yes, he has set off explosions to walk away from without looking back before.

But now he just aims the cold gun at the opposite wall with one hand, turning his own head to the side to keep his vision safe as well. He fires the gun, absolute zero hitting the wall and the lamp hanging off it. He doesn't feel too bad, the mansion seems to have a habit of repairing itself.

Len lowers his gun and looks over his shoulder at Maya, smirking.]

Cool?

[finewithhalf]

[at first, she raises an eyebrow at those glasses. Seriously, Lenny? But she'll set them on, mostly to humor him. It can't be any weirder than Science class, right?

And then it happens, and it's wonderful. Her eyes light up.]

You have to let me play with that.

[catchacold]

No. That's a weapon, Maya. If you want a toy, how about you get an ice cream maker?

[He does put the gun down to an even lower setting, just in case he really can't talk her out of it.]

I like chocolate.

[finewithhalf]

[She's just going to keep reaching for it, tone rushing with excitement.]

Of course I don't want an ice cream maker ice cream makers don't do that.

[catchacold]

No, but ice cream is good.

[He holds the gun up and away from her with one hand.

It's not much of a challenge, he's tall and strong and she's fourteen. However...]

Once.

[finewithhalf]

[She presses against him, reaching up as if she might grow a foot if she stretches hard enough.]

Not as good as messing around with -- wait did you say "once"?

[That's it? It's too early to win! She's barely even started!]

[catchacold]

Safer than having you try to wrestle me for it.

[He has put the gun down to the lowest - warmest - setting, which does make it a lot less dangerous, but that still doesn't change that when he hands it over to her, he never actually lets go of it himself, instead just showing her where to put her hands.]

Careful, princess. It's heavy.

[finewithhalf]

[Whether or not his hands are on it, her eyes light up.]

So it's a gun but there's no bullets, right? What happens if you shoot a person with this?

[She'd have a reasonable idea, if she ever stayed awake in Science for more than three minutes at a time.]

[catchacold]

Depends on the setting and where I hit them. They freeze. Instantly. I can control it pretty well.

[In her defence, Science usually doesn't include holding a gun out of a comic book.]

The trigger's sensitive. Pull it lightly or you'll cause more damage than you want.

[The gun's been fine-tuned by him to only really be usable when you know it as well as he does, but for one shot, he can help her out.]