Just another day 

>it's Saturday
>you're off work and relaxing on the couch in your most comfy boxers
>why only in your boxer? 
>because it's your fucking house that's why
>you stretch and put your feet up on the coffee table relaxing more as grandpa hickok tells a bit of the backstory of the Coonan .357 1911
"It's a bit odd isn't it?"

"What do you mean?"
>you ask as you grab a handful of chips from the big bag sitting in the middle of the couch 

"That pistol. It's an odd caliber for a semi-auto."
 
"True, but people buy them so it's got a market."
 
"I suppose that's true."
>you hear rustling and glance over to your right 
>just in time to watch Sacha, the Waffegeist of your Sig 556 stretch and arch her back making her stomach poke out a bit 
>her shoulder length hair is up in a messy bun
>she's also only wearing underwear joining you in the comfy and leaving her pale skin exposed to the nice and chilly a/c

"Dude that makes you look like you have a pot belly." 
>you say with shit eating grin 
>only to get a throw pillow chucked at you 

"You're an ass sometimes, man."  
>you chuckle and shove the pillow behind you then resume watching the tube

"Are we going shooting anytime soon?" 
>she asks before your hear her crunch on a chip
>you take a moment to ponder the several dozen boxes of 556 in your closet and then the weather 

"Eh, let's wait for day when it's not in the upper 90s."
 
"I'm glad you have strong air conditioning for the summer."
 
>you nod in agreement as you look through the video list unsure as to what to watch next 
>as you browse the vids, your mind wanders a bit and you consider the living arrangements you've found yourself in
>you know from personal experience that most people that are lucky enough end up with a rifle that's imbued with a Waffegeist seem to get sappy and lovey-dovey with them
>yes even some of the women gun owners
>but for whatever reason you and Sacha never got emotionally or physically entangled 
>well except that one time you were both really really stressed and tense 
>but even then things went back to normal hang about afterwards 
>plus Sacha never really said she wanted more so you why push it

"Is there any Ovolmaltine left over, bro?"

"You're the one who snorts it. Not me." 
>you answer with a shrug before you feel her foot lightly hit your side

"Ass."

"Guilty." 
>you reply with a shrug then settle into the couch to watch a youtube about how coins are made

"What about kirschwasser?"

"Is English really that hard?"
>you ask rolling your eyes 

"I'm technically only half American. So yes, leck mich am arsch. Vous dégénérer fagot."
>you glare at her for a moment then sigh

"Fine fine I'll get you damn ovaltine and liquor next time we go shopping. Happy?"

"Sì. Sì lo sono."
>she replies with a smile and nod

"Pick a fucking language already dude!"