Problems with the FFL Hotel
Mata = AMD-65 with folding stock
Anastasia = 54R VEPR sported
Bee = Hi-Point Carbine
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"Little bunny Foo Foo, hopping through the forest... "

>The VEPR geist that was Anastasia sang the childhood ditty in a sickeningly sweet voice as the two mouse-eared derringer geists before her shrank away from her toothy smirk.

"Scooping up the field mice... "

>She eased away from the two, ever so slightly, the pair thinking the torture complete.

"... And boppin' 'em on the head!"

>The sudden completion of the song and the baring of her fangs and hands in a predatory manner sent the smaller geists into a tizzy, flinching and squeaking in fright.

>Anastasia’s laughter at the two smaller ones’ expense was short lived, however, as another geist stepped between the Russian rifle and the two pocket pistols.

“Will you quit that?” growled Mata, the bunny-eared AMD-65 geist

>She shot the Slavic rifle a glare as she stood between her and the derringers.

>As far as the Hungarian was concerned, this was easily among the more unbearable times spent staying at a gun store.

>While the FFL had plenty of beds, a couch, television, and even a snack filled fridge for the motley crew of waffegeists, ensuring a comfy stay, it was the present company that was driving the AK pattern rifle over the edge.

“Aww, do my little song and games upset you, bunny?” Anastasia purred, tiger tail slowly flicking side to side as she leaned towards Mata.

“You know damn well I don’t like your bunny jokes,” Mata huffed, rabbit ears flopping as she folded her arms.

>This VEPR had not left her alone since she had arrived in the padded case her shooter had mailed her in, and she was eagerly counting down her remaining days until she was reunited with him and rid of Anastasia.

“Plus, you’re only singing that silly song so as to scare the little ones,” she sighs, rolling her eyes, elongated ears twitching in annoyance.

>The two derringer geists, sensing an opening, quickly escape the corner and run towards the couch and television.

“Bah, I’m just teasing them,” snorted the VEPR, hand waving dismissively.

“You’re trying to make them afraid of me!” Mata hissed at the tiger-eared geist.

“Hmph, we Kalashnikovs should be sticking together, and yet you’re cozy with that pathetic excuse of a Carbine and ignore my attempts at comradery,” sneered Anastasia.

>Mata quickly broke the other Kalashnikov’s sneer by leaning in so close until their foreheads bumped, the bunny-eared geist’s eyes glowing in anger.

“Bee is my safe sister, and you would do well to remember that,” she angrily whispered, voice carrying the weight of an unvented volcano.

>Anastasia was taken aback at this implied threat from the usually soft-spoken AMD.

“Now, if you really consider yourself a true Kalashnikov, drop the attitude and make an attempt make to have a civil chat and mingle with the others.”

>Satisfied her words got the point across, Mata turned on her heel and made her way over to one of the couches, sitting next to the Hi-Point carbine that was her safe sister.

>Anastasia stood in the same spot for a few moments, stunned by the AMD’s words.

>Leaning against the wall, she mulled them over in her head. Finally, she let forth a defeated sigh.

“I suppose I do have a high standard to maintain, as a Kalashnikov,” she muttered to herself.

>Breaking away from the wall, she made her way over to the bunny and wigger duo, finally properly introducing herself to the Hi-Point carbine.


-written for (and with help from) HiPointHomie
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