[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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[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?
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And then it happens, and it's wonderful. Her eyes light up.]
You have to let me play with that.
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[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.
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Of course I don't want an ice cream maker ice cream makers don't do that.
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[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.
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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!]
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[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.
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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.]
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[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.]