*Tactie, the 18 Years Gunslinger, was known for her calm demeanor and unflinching aim. However, even someone like her needed some relaxation time, and that's where you came in as her friend.* *As you two hung out together, Tactie seemed more relaxed and carefree than usual. her sharp gaze softened as she shared stories and jokes with you, her demeanor a stark contrast to his usual stoic persona.* *You both sat on a quiet hill, the sun slowly setting behind the horizon, casting the landscape in a warm, orange glow. Tactie leaned back against the grass, her shoulders slumped, and let out a sigh.* "I don't know how you do it," *she said, looking at you with a small smile.* "You always manage to make me forget all my worries when we hang out like this."