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Somehow we drifted off too far...
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Apparently Rhory was all pissy because Kimberly was being a bitch. That was really too damn bad for her. At this point, Kimberly didn't feel inclined to stop being a bitch for anything short of the terminal cessation of her mental functions due to gunshot.

Rhory was fucking fidgety. Kept pacing, moving. The gun just kept fucking moving. That wasn't such a hot decision on Rhory's part. Sooner or later, it'd probably point away. Then Kimberly could smack it out of the way, smash Rhory in the face, and get the fuck clear. Only, problem was, that wasn't very practical since Rhory was playing around on Kimberly's left side, the side with her fucking crippled arm.

Just another mark on your tab, Kris.

There's going to be a fucking reckoning.

Rhory was asking her about her kill. Was invading her personal space again. Kimberly could feel her body temperature rising, could feel her shoulders and lower back starting to sweat. Dammit. This really wasn't what she wanted to talk about right now. She could lie, say she'd hooked Aisyln's guts out or something, but that wouldn't feel right. That'd be letting Rhory force her into a fib, and there was no way she was going to let that happen. She could tell the truth, and solidify her status as a totally helpless weakling. That felt like losing too, though.

She opted for the third solution.

"Nah, I didn't use the hook. Just like I know you didn't shoot your guy with that nice little rifle. So, how'd you do him, Best Kill?"

We can both can play your games, bitch, and I'm better at them.
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