Karyn yelled, quite loudly. Jon jumped, dropping the gun, only to catch immediately after in a scramble of flying arms. A purple coloured beam shot from the tip, hitting the nearby wall.
Karyn and Jon froze in place, looking at the Fetish Gun in Jon's hand, and then at the burnt mark on the wall, where the paint and wallpaper had peeled off slightly.
"Woah, this thing packs some power," Jon said, a bit nervous. He laughed a bit and then looked at Karyn.
Her eyes were daggers. "You are never again doing this, you hear me?"
Jon nodded.
Karyn took a deep breathe in. Her hand darted to point at the wall. "Are those the "specifications I was thinking about"? Burn a hole through a wall!?"
"Well... it's not a hole, it just sort-of burnt the paint off." Jon said, inspecting the hole in the wall. He placed the fetish gun on a desk nearby.
"Whatever, Jon! You were going to shoot at me with that!"
He turned to look at her, a look of sincere pain on his face. "No! I wasn't! It was just... you know... scaring you..."
Karyn frowned. "Scaring me... with something that could potentially change who I am!" She put a hand on her forehead, sighed, then pointed at her chest. "Jon, have you forgotten..." She trailed, letting the information sink in.
Jon took a deep breath. He looked at Karyn right in the eye. "Yeah... I- sorry about that, okay? I didn't mean anything by it."
