>It's late
>Like 3am late and you're just sitting in your living room cleaning a pistol
>Blitz walks out of her room tired and curious at the small amounts of noise you're making
>"A-anon...? What are you still doing yup?"
>You look up from your mostly put back together pistol
"Just cleaning this thing out and doing some thinking"
>she wipes her eyes and yawns
>"Isn't it a little late for that?"
>she walks over to the couch and sits next to so she can see you rebuild the gun
"I guess so... Then again why are you still up?"
>"Can't sleep."
"Why not?"
>"I don't know, just can't"
>She rests her head on your lap while you put the last pin back in your pistol
>"where did you get that thing anyway?"
"This? I made a few of the parts in my shop and had the rest out sourced. It's based off a design that was common where I came from."
>"Why though? I mean you'll never find ammo for it here anyway."
>You pull back the slide and check the barrel
"My father served in the army for eight years and carried a gun just like this one. I guess it just reminds me of my roots."
>you look down after saying that to find that Blitz had drifted off to sleep on your lap
>You sigh and carry her to her room
>After tucking her in you say your goodnights and head to bed yourself
>It's going to be a long day tommorow and you need all the sleep you can get