[His smile is knowing, but lacks the usual playful air he typically has.
Hansa can feel, now, there's something completely level and serious inside of Blanca. It's not quite cold so much as it's--smooth? There isn't any ripples in the surface of his feelings.
Carefully, he stands up so he can reach both sides of the front of the case. There's several snap closures, and he undoes all four to open it up. The top is lined with egg-carton foam; the bottom is also lined with foam, but it's smooth, and there are a handful of cut-outs in it.
In the cut-outs are pieces of a gun. It's a big fucking gun. Specifically, it's a high-caliber sniper rifle that has to be put together. Surprise!]
If that had been the million-dollar question, you would have won.
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Hansa can feel, now, there's something completely level and serious inside of Blanca. It's not quite cold so much as it's--smooth? There isn't any ripples in the surface of his feelings.
Carefully, he stands up so he can reach both sides of the front of the case. There's several snap closures, and he undoes all four to open it up. The top is lined with egg-carton foam; the bottom is also lined with foam, but it's smooth, and there are a handful of cut-outs in it.
In the cut-outs are pieces of a gun. It's a big fucking gun. Specifically, it's a high-caliber sniper rifle that has to be put together. Surprise!]
If that had been the million-dollar question, you would have won.