Gift me: Delcha/Zrandy drabble

Zrandy slid down the ladder and landed with a dull thump. She thought she'd Delcha somewhere around here. As it happened, said troll appeared to be busy sorting a pile of junk into useless scrap and potential spare parts. Delcha looked up and greeted the blue blood without stopping his 'work'. “oy oy, come down ere for some rorty stype ave you?” Delcha's unintelligible slang didn't phase Zradny at all this time. In fact she straight up ignored it and unholstered a pistol, pointing it straight at Delcha and advancing on him.

Delcha dropped the pipe he was pretending to inspect and backed right up against the nearest wall. “ey now ang on a tick, i ain't done noting! you know if teres someting you want i'm good i'm good at coming to arrangements!” As Zrandy got closer and the gun pointed at his face came right up to him Delcha couldn't help closing his eyes.

He only opened them when he felt a cold tap on his forehead. What he saw was the handle of the gun facing him. Zradny finally let out the laughter that had been building up in her while seeing all the different squirming faces Delcha made. “Relax eye'm only messin' with ya! Eye came 'ere to give this to you. We need you to 'ave an actual weapon right now.”

Delcha stared at her in wonder, and then deep seated suspicion. It was his unofficial job to know how much her guns meant to Zradny, which means he took no move to take the one offered to him “so wat jink are you asking in return?” Zradny thrust the gun handle at one of Delcha's hands but the anon blood actively avoided accepting the gift. “Just shut up 'an take Delcha 'an don't make this harder for me than it is.” The two of them struggled against the wall as Zradny tried to grab Delcha's hand and wrap it around the grip while Delcha tried to slip away and make excuses like “no deal until you tell me wat tis is going to cost me”