"Yeah," Lafayette says, starting only slightly when the woman approaches. He sets his muffs down on the small stand in front of him and lifts his goggles, sighing. He scrubs at his face with a free hand, smelling of gunpowder.
"More or less, it been a while. And I was never taught to do it the right way to begin with." He bites at his lower lip, setting the gun to the side. He'd rather not have it in his hand if he's just having a conversation with a young chick at the gun range, not with how jumpy he knows he can get anymore. "But them bees happened, and I figure, maybe I best pick the hobby back up, you know what I mean. Who knows what it be next. Kangaroos. Who the fuck really knows, right?"
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Date: 2014-01-16 12:50 am (UTC)"More or less, it been a while. And I was never taught to do it the right way to begin with." He bites at his lower lip, setting the gun to the side. He'd rather not have it in his hand if he's just having a conversation with a young chick at the gun range, not with how jumpy he knows he can get anymore. "But them bees happened, and I figure, maybe I best pick the hobby back up, you know what I mean. Who knows what it be next. Kangaroos. Who the fuck really knows, right?"