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[ Automatically, he winces and looks down at his own foot. ]

It's never been something I've thought about too much. Never had any need for it back home.

[ All he had to face back in the Fortress were a bunch of thugs, reliant on whatever brains or brawn nature had seen fit to give them. And he'd spent enough time training and practicing to be able to meet them all on even ground. Here though…

He frowns, idly weighing the gun in his hands. ]

Unfortunately, relying solely on my fists here hasn't been working out for me so…. [ He lifts the gun again. ] Here we are.

Oh, yeah. I guess it could be handy to learn something new. I haven't seen any of the real big kaiju but it's not like you could just challenge them to a fist fight, right?

( He hums, contemplatively. )

Well, I don't mind helping you out. And this is pretty low stakes, right? You even get a prize at the end! I wish more of my training had prizes. But we can figure it out together, a lot of different people have different shooting styles and stances, we just gotta find out what yours is.

( Another contemplative glance over Wriothesley's form. )

You mind if I touch you real quick? Just to get your arms at the right height?

[ Whoa....being touched by Mr. Vash the Stampede himself..... 😳😳

Despite how harmless the offer is and how open Vash has been up until now, there's still a moment where Wriothesley tenses, the thought of having a stranger inches away from him enough to briefly trigger a fight response. Then it calms and he relaxes, and there's a small nod of allowance. ]

Sure. I could use any help you're willing to offer.

[ At least he'll be an engaged student, if nothing else. ]

Though if you're going to help, you should at least be paid for your services. [ What'll it be, Vash.... ]

( He notices that tensing, which means when he smiles again it's a little softer, a little more careful. ) Nah, I'm good. I like helping people out whenever I can, you know? And besides, shouldn't we all share our knowledge in the interests of keeping people safe? I know how to shoot, you don't. It's a fair exchange.

( It isn't necessarily a service either. But he waits patiently for Wriothesley and then he places his flesh hand under his elbow, lifting a little. )

Your stance is pretty good anyway, maybe you're just psyching yourself out. That happens to plenty of people. I've even seen famous gunslingers bow under the pressure a little. But that's why stuff like this is good practice. Low stakes. Unless you really, really, really want a prize. Not that I can blame you. Some of the little guys are real cute.

[ It definitely wouldn't hurt to get a prize and now he's making that his goal, because what's progress without tangible milestones along the way. He lets Vash prod and readjust, trying to commit the new posture to memory.

And while Vash may not want any sort of recompense, Wriothesley's never been the type to let any perceived debt hang over his head. So! ]

Then how about a meal or five? [ What was it again, something about scrounging up dollars for donuts....? ] Everyone likes a free meal.

[ And he's not exactly strapped for cash anymore these days, after having lived and worked in Neo-Tokyo for so long now. No point in growing his collection of tea blend tins if there's no one to share them with. ]

Five?

( Wriothesley, come on! He's not even doing anything. But Vash hums once, low, and takes a step back to eyeball the way he's stood. )

How about this? You hit the targets and you can buy me something from the food stalls. ( Because he gets it, he does. He's always trying to pay people back for their kindness too. He just doesn't think his is deserving of any kind of fanfare. ) Okay, looks good. Now remember to breathe, and also that it's not really a big deal. It's not life and death, so it's fine.

( No psyching yourself out! )

[ It's down payment for the future lessons that he's going to rope Vash into? It's fine? Don't worry about it.

But he's gotta actually get to a point where he can make use of those lessons first, so it's back to square one (standing in front of the booth with the laser gun in his hand), putting all his newly gained skills to use.

Has the application of both BRASS (last S optional?) and better posture helped improve his aim any? Stay tuned....!

...For the exciting conclusion where he fires his gun and hits two rings away from center. Wowee, old dogs really can learn new tricks. ]

( Vash whoops, eager and cheerful. ) See, you're getting it. You must be a fast learner, huh? And that's better than missing entirely. Especially if a lot of the time it's more of a precautionary gesture.

( Have you ever met a pacifistic gunslinger before? Well, now you have. This one pats Wriothesley gently on the shoulder, all bright pleasure. )

Hang on, hang on. I have the tokens for this try. I have a good feeling about it. ( He gives up the credits to the bemused stranger running the stall, shifting back to give the other man a pair of impressive fingerguns. ) You got this.

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