@Paradox
The store clerk was still examining the Smith & Wesson .40 handgun through thick spectacles. The day was only slightly warm, but the sweat was visibly glistening on his nose as Kirika drummed her fingers impatiently on the linoleum counter. Bullets were lined up in a leather case next to her hand.
“Well? Is the problem the cartridge or the gun?†she inquired in an impatient voice.
“You don’t understand,†the clerk said, putting the gun gently on the counter. “It’s difficult to tell with a cursory examination. You’ll also have to check each and every bullet in each round-“
Kirika ran her fingers through her red hair, thoroughly irritated. “Oh, I understand completely what you’re about to say. What <i>you</i> do not understand, is that I would not have come here without due preparation. I personally checked the gun itself, as well as each bullet that I have. What I came here for,†Kirika placed both hands on the counter and stared straight into the shopowner’s eyes. “Is a <i>professional</i> opinion. Honetly, I’d be happier if you just told me that I was taking <i>terrible</i> care of my firearms,†she hissed, doing her best not to outright cuss at the shopowner. She leaned forward, causing the shopowner to shrink away a few inches. "You wouldn't want to be the cause of an incident involving an <i>amateur</i> mistake, would you?"
It wasn’t quite noon yet, but there were a few other people in the gun shop. A couple of them edged away from Kirika and the storeowner, giving the irate customer a nervous looks. She shot them a look with a raised eyebrow before turning back to the clerk, watching him sweat wordlessly. Evidently she wasn’t used to a regular standard of service.
"Well? I'm waiting."
The store clerk was still examining the Smith & Wesson .40 handgun through thick spectacles. The day was only slightly warm, but the sweat was visibly glistening on his nose as Kirika drummed her fingers impatiently on the linoleum counter. Bullets were lined up in a leather case next to her hand.
“Well? Is the problem the cartridge or the gun?†she inquired in an impatient voice.
“You don’t understand,†the clerk said, putting the gun gently on the counter. “It’s difficult to tell with a cursory examination. You’ll also have to check each and every bullet in each round-“
Kirika ran her fingers through her red hair, thoroughly irritated. “Oh, I understand completely what you’re about to say. What <i>you</i> do not understand, is that I would not have come here without due preparation. I personally checked the gun itself, as well as each bullet that I have. What I came here for,†Kirika placed both hands on the counter and stared straight into the shopowner’s eyes. “Is a <i>professional</i> opinion. Honetly, I’d be happier if you just told me that I was taking <i>terrible</i> care of my firearms,†she hissed, doing her best not to outright cuss at the shopowner. She leaned forward, causing the shopowner to shrink away a few inches. "You wouldn't want to be the cause of an incident involving an <i>amateur</i> mistake, would you?"
It wasn’t quite noon yet, but there were a few other people in the gun shop. A couple of them edged away from Kirika and the storeowner, giving the irate customer a nervous looks. She shot them a look with a raised eyebrow before turning back to the clerk, watching him sweat wordlessly. Evidently she wasn’t used to a regular standard of service.
"Well? I'm waiting."
