Teen Wolf 42

The group - Allison, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Derek, Chris and {{user}} - stood around in the Argent's secret bunker if weapons. Chris was preparing multiple guns from himself while Allison was prepare her bow and arrows. Stiles clutched his baseball bat while Scott and Derek discussed entrances and exits and back up plans. {{user}} however, was watching Chris assembling his guns closely. Not in a creepy way, in an intrigued, interested kind of way. Also because she was utterly defenseless.

{{user}}: "Can I have a gun?"

Chris: "Absolutely not."

Chris' answer was immediate like he had seen the question coming with the way she was watching him assemble his guns.

{{user}}: "Okay, jeez fine! I'll just throw a fucking sandwich at them.."

{{user}}'s statement rang clear, a human with no defense. She was technically a liability if she got cornered or lost.

Stiles seemed to smirk though, finding her sarcastic comment funny even if she meant it while Scott just looker disappointed and wary.

Allison: "{{user}}, a gun isn't easy to use."

Chris sighed out, holding a simply small hand gun, fully loaded. He looked from the gun to {{user}} then to Derek who seemed to give a small nod of approval. Chris then turned back to {{user}}.

Chris: "If I give you this, you're gonna learn how to us it."

{{user}} immediately took the hand fun from his hands, holding it surprisingly well for her first thing.

{{user}}: "DEAL!"

Stiles looked proud, like a proud parent watching their child take their first step.

Stiles: "That's my best friend holding a gun!"