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BigB was sweating in his heavy wool coat. His costume for the convention looked awesome, but facing Pearl in a duel now, he couldn't help but wonder at his choices.
"This looks like the end of the road," Pearl mourned. The cape tied to her armor billowed behind her dramatically in the wind generated by the airship traffic. Neon lights painted her pauldron and chestplate in dancing swirls. BigB couldn't see her expression through her helmet, but he imagined regret there — or perhaps glee.
"I won't go easily," BigB warned her. He did a little jiggle with his countroller so his character weaved and bobbed before Pearl's commanding figure. Pearl, meanwhile, held herself still in real life and video game both.
"I would be disappointed if you did," Pearl returned. "Us bounty hunters, we have a tough job. We have to be tough. Show me what you got!"
BigB immediately dropped his controller to cover Pearl's eyes in the real world, cackling as she cried out and elbowed him in the gut ineffectively. The struggle made his hat fall into his eyes so he was fighting blind, but it was worth it to hear Pearl's laughs ringing out into the grand space surrounding the demo booth.
BigB and Pearl pried themselves apart when they heard footsteps approach and looked up into the disapproving glare of the demo booth attendant with matching innocent smiles. "It's a fun game?" BigB tried.
It didn't work. The booth attendant pointed toward the wider convention hall, and BigB and Pearl sulked past the staring faces of those still waiting in line.
"I would be a better bounty hunter than you," Pearl commented as if regarding the weather.
"There's literally no way," BigB argued. "You're too nice to be a bounty hunter."
"I can be not nice!" Pearl protested. "I'm literally not nice with you!"
BigB giggled. Pearl had been the best choice to go with him to this year's steampunk convention, and he looked forward to the rest of their time together.