It ain't like a wand or whatever, y'know? [ he smooths his hands over james' shoulders, adjusting the angle of his stance. ]
Guns are only for one thing. [ and even though he's a spy, he doesn't say what that thing is aloud, for fear of flashes of harry in the church or his memories of firing through valentine's base. anyway. ] And this one, especially, is for doing that thing well, so you don't point it at anything that you aren't willing to shoot, ya get me? And you don't go near the trigger until you want to shoot.
[ it's all worth saying, even if james is already acting with caution. eggsy moves to adjust james' grip on the pistol, ensuring his friend's hands are placed correctly with slight adjustments. his hands are calloused from target practice. ] Relax your grip a little. Too tight and it'll hurt. [ obviously that warrants a wink. idiot. ] Same goes for your knees. Don't lock 'em. [ he gives james a once over. ] Align the sights here — [ a light tap of the sights on top of the barrel of the gun. ] — with the target. Slide the safety off here, at the back. [ he hovers a finger over it. ] It's a failsafe to prevent firing, so not helpful when you actually want to shoot.
[ with that, he steps aside. ] Any questions, mate?
Yeah, I got that much. [ but he will move with eggsy's guidance, shifting his stance, grip, arms, and feet if given any kind of indication to do so. he's very much aware of the weight - both physical and otherwise - of what he has in his hands, so eggsy will have to forgive him if he's suddenly a bit more somber with it all.
so instead of cracking too many jokes, he'll nod and focus on the task at hand, snorting only a little bit at eggsy's joke. ] So- knees and grip and point it at whatever you want to shoot and only that? [ he glances over, one brow arched, in a mixture of yes i got it, it's not that hard and honest checking to make sure he's correct, before he turns back to the target. ]
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Guns are only for one thing. [ and even though he's a spy, he doesn't say what that thing is aloud, for fear of flashes of harry in the church or his memories of firing through valentine's base. anyway. ] And this one, especially, is for doing that thing well, so you don't point it at anything that you aren't willing to shoot, ya get me? And you don't go near the trigger until you want to shoot.
[ it's all worth saying, even if james is already acting with caution. eggsy moves to adjust james' grip on the pistol, ensuring his friend's hands are placed correctly with slight adjustments. his hands are calloused from target practice. ] Relax your grip a little. Too tight and it'll hurt. [ obviously that warrants a wink. idiot. ] Same goes for your knees. Don't lock 'em. [ he gives james a once over. ] Align the sights here — [ a light tap of the sights on top of the barrel of the gun. ] — with the target. Slide the safety off here, at the back. [ he hovers a finger over it. ] It's a failsafe to prevent firing, so not helpful when you actually want to shoot.
[ with that, he steps aside. ] Any questions, mate?
truer keywords have never been spoken ♥
so instead of cracking too many jokes, he'll nod and focus on the task at hand, snorting only a little bit at eggsy's joke. ] So- knees and grip and point it at whatever you want to shoot and only that? [ he glances over, one brow arched, in a mixture of yes i got it, it's not that hard and honest checking to make sure he's correct, before he turns back to the target. ]
And now I just...pull the trigger?