[ For all that he excels at keeping his emotions in check, he can't quite help the tinge of excitement as he steps closer and takes the pistol in his hand. The grip is firm and practiced, but still careful, almost gentle, as though he's holding a fragile antique.
It's clear that it's nothing of the sort soon enough, of course. He knows enough about older projectile weapons to know how to check the cylinder, testing the various mechanisms with intense curiosity.
With a quirked smile, he heads over to one of the firing lanes, positioning himself squarely and then aiming the gun with precision. He's expecting some recoil, so he's trying to keep his grip firm and steady, despite himself wanting to make a good impression with his first shot. ]
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It's clear that it's nothing of the sort soon enough, of course. He knows enough about older projectile weapons to know how to check the cylinder, testing the various mechanisms with intense curiosity.
With a quirked smile, he heads over to one of the firing lanes, positioning himself squarely and then aiming the gun with precision. He's expecting some recoil, so he's trying to keep his grip firm and steady, despite himself wanting to make a good impression with his first shot. ]