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"So... Our Author told me about one of his conversations with Bboxer once." Halcyon said. "And ah... They were talking about new sci-fi weapons ideas for their fics, when eventually something called the disintegration rifle popped up. Now, the word 'disintegration' is pretty long, so they tried to simplify it."

"I can see why." Blaze nodded. "It's pretty hard to type too."

"Anyway. So eventually..." Halcyon started chuckling. "Our author came up with 'D rifle', and in which case Bboxer decided to convert it to 'Dick Rifle'."

It took a short half second for the words to sink into Blaze, but the moment they did...

"Medic! I think he's dying." Halcyon couldn't help but laugh herself as well, but was nowhere near as loud as Blaze as he was rolling around on the ground and clutching his stomach, his face locked in a mixed expression of pain and extreme laughter.

"What the hay does a Dick Rifle even do?" Blaze asked some what rhetorically, laughing his head off. And that could even be taken literally. "Oh god, the mental images."

"I mean, Seriously- what the heck!?" Halcyon chuckled. "Dick Rifle- what the buck does it shoot, you know?"

"No idea, but you've been on the receiving end of my 'D rifle' before I can tell ya that." Blaze's laughter somehow grew louder.

Halcyon's grin instantly evaporated into an angry frown, veins popping up on the side of her head. Her hoof twitched, her horn letting out a small array of sparks.

"Which reminds me- Hal here has a few in stock in her cupboard too." Blaze laughed even harder. "Nah, I'm just joking." he quickly added when he caught the murderous glint in Hal's eyes.

Hal somehow suppressed her anger, and managed a smile. "You know, yours might just about qualify for a pistol." she said with a slight cough, patting Blaze on the back, who was suddenly the one with a fully bright red face.

"I can guarantee you I got a bigger gun than all the other guys you dated." Blaze said.

"I'm the only one who knows." Halcyon shrugged with a smile. "And I'm saying no."

"I highly doubt you would remember. I bet you were drunk every single time." Blaze said, thinking back to the time Halcyon had just recovered her arm and they went shopping, which somehow led them into a bar. And he had to clean up the vomit she left in the bathroom, and then comfort her random mental breakdown. (Refer to Royal Bodyguards: Chapter 5)

"Do shut up." Halcyon muttered, spitting her tongue out. Blaze shrugged and rolled his eyes.