"So... you're a soldier."

Desdendelle glanced to the side, looking at Doclit curiously. "Why?" he asked. "Why is it important to a doctor?"

"Oh, you know how it is," Doc replied nervously. "I... well, I make sure animals don't get shot up."

"You won't have to worry about that," Des commented. "I don't actually shoot animals."

"Oh." Doc glanced to the side, before turning back to Des. Doc's gaze turned from Des' handsome sandy-blonde hair around the rest of his body. "I guess you pack a lot of guns, huh? I mean, being in the military and all."

Des rose an eyebrow, and then smirked. "As a matter of fact, I do," he said. "But I'm trained not to fire them unless I'm given good reason to."

"Oh?" "And what reason might that be?"

Des simply smirked, leaning closer to []. "Perhaps we can find out. I've got some free time later today..."

And so, Des and Doc ended up testing Des' guns throughout the rest of the day.