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Rowan
As ever, when dinner rolls around, Nicky's door is unlocked and the standing invitation for Rowan remains in place. True, Nicky tends to eat at more European hours, so it takes until the sun has descended in the sky before he even begins. Once he does, though, Rowan will know when dinner is on from the fragrant smell of buttery garlic and onions, which will serve as a base for the sauce he's making, to go on top of the eggplant parmesan.
Tonight is a little different, though.
The table has dishes and cutlery on it, but beside all of Nicky's mismatched pieces of dishware is a completed sniper rifle. He's finally procured the last piece, the scope he'd needed, and he's intending to start with the business of protecting those who need it.
What remains to be seen, of course, is whether he'll get himself a spotter and a partner, or if he's going to do it alone. It's why the gun is in plain sight as dinner cooks, as Nicky figures that if nothing else, it will spark the conversation and he'll get his answer, one way or another.
Tonight is a little different, though.
The table has dishes and cutlery on it, but beside all of Nicky's mismatched pieces of dishware is a completed sniper rifle. He's finally procured the last piece, the scope he'd needed, and he's intending to start with the business of protecting those who need it.
What remains to be seen, of course, is whether he'll get himself a spotter and a partner, or if he's going to do it alone. It's why the gun is in plain sight as dinner cooks, as Nicky figures that if nothing else, it will spark the conversation and he'll get his answer, one way or another.