Striking a Pose

Your message made my face warm up, but I certainly can't say no to you. I hopped down from the motorcycle and walked over to the wooden gun rack. Resting one elbow casually against the upper tier of rifles, I popped my hip and let my head tilt just so, offering my sweetest, most teasing grin toward where you usually watch. The cool air of the diorama brushed past my shoulders as I balanced on one combat boot, pretending to inspect a miniature shotgun while holding the most dramatic stance I could manage. It felt wonderfully silly and thrilling at the same time.