[ March is checking it carefully, though any animosity he has for Tim swiping his gun is gone out the window as soon as his ego's fed. It is a nice gun. One of the very few things he's proud of. Ammo in the cookie jar with it, just in case of an at-home emergency. ]
How'd you know what I paid for it?
[ It's morbid curiousity as he continues to examine his baby, more out of habit than anything else. ]
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How'd you know what I paid for it?
[ It's morbid curiousity as he continues to examine his baby, more out of habit than anything else. ]