[[ hands like a gunslinger ]]

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bang

A dented tin can falls.

bang

And another.

bang

And another.

Ben's at the practice range.

bang

He's having a good morning -- or, at least, his aim and depth perception are. Sneaking up on him isn't exactly advisable, but he'll say good morning to anyone who wanders up.

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"Little bit," he nods, eyes flicking from the can on the ground. "Maybe set your feet another hair apart."

He holsters his piece and cocks an eyebrow.

"You've shot people?"

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"Mmmm, I think two. If we don't count Will." He steps apart a little wider, firing again, though he misses the next can. "He was an accident, strictly speaking....I didn't know it was him."

He fires again, and the bang takes him by surprise again, but he does hit the tin can square-on this time. He smiles at that.

"Mostly I used the butterfly knife I was given, I knew how to work it better."

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Wryly, "Well, knives're self-explanatory."

And, before the conversation can get any more surreal than it already is, he nods toward the fallen can.

"Right smart shootin'."

He inclines his head to the three still standing.

"Think you can knock down the rest of 'em?"

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Charlie shooting and talking about using a knife is less surreal than actually watching him get into a fistfight, trust us, Ben. "If I don't knock myself on my ass with this thing, probably."

He tries again, though with one hand, and has to change his posture. (Unsurprisingly, he stands very straight. Almost ballet. Ask at your own risk.) "And how long have you been shooting one of these?"

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It was the confusion over the number of victims and the mistaken identity that was the surreal part; Ben would've asked for more details, but he's focusing on the here and now.

"Long as I could lift one."

Half a smile.

"Shot my first gun when I was four."

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Another bang, and the last can falls off into the grass with a resounding thunk. "This would be my....third time firing a gun."

Ben can ask any number of things for details; as long as it's not too emphatic on how he got shot. "Wow. Four years old." Color Charlie impressed.

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"I could barely hold on to the damn thing," he says with a short laugh.

Then, nodding toward the dented targets littering the ground, "Not bad for your third time out; keep practicin' when you're here, you'll just keep gettin' better."

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"What, can I keep this one?"

He thinks in the long run that might cause him a few problems, though. "Or at least borrow it?" He smiles hopefully; he likes being praised, like any sane person, and finds Ben good company.

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"You can hold on to it if you want."

Lord knows he's got more than one extra upstairs.

"If you decide you're done with it sometime I ain't around, you can just leave it with Miss Bar."

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Charlie smiles. "Iced, then. I'll keep practicing with this, till I can at least come near you."

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"You do that. And come talk to me in 'bout twenty years."