Spoken like a true perfectionist. Crow can't help a wry twist of his lips at the statement.
It still baffled him that a teacher knows how to use a gun. Granted, learning that this particular teacher did all sorts of things that he didn't think was part of the teacher job description should've really wiped away that surprise, but still. Crow was still having a hard time reconciling 'teacher' with 'also deals with demons.'
Crow follows Yukio's instructions while the man starts his explanation, slipping on a pair of the safety glasses. Except. Well. Safety glasses aren't exactly made for a man with a whale snout instead of a nose. Crow puts the pair on as best as he can, but he pokes at the corner when they threaten to slide off his face.
Crow swallows, uncomfortable. But also, a little hopeful, when Yukio says he could be good enough to not kill someone after firing. "Alright," Crow musters a smile, "Let's do this."
Crow takes one of the guns Yukio said fit his webs and weighs it in his hand, fingers curling around the handle. It feels awkward in his hand, but that's just probably because if his feelings around the thing. Yukio said not to point it at anything he doesn't want to shoot, so he kind of awkwardly holds it with his palm facing upwards, barrel pointing away from them.
"This one seems okay." Oops, that's his eyewear sliding again. He pushes it up onto his face with his free hand, and upon the protective eyewear failing to stay in position, impatiently takes it off his face. "What's up next?"
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It still baffled him that a teacher knows how to use a gun. Granted, learning that this particular teacher did all sorts of things that he didn't think was part of the teacher job description should've really wiped away that surprise, but still. Crow was still having a hard time reconciling 'teacher' with 'also deals with demons.'
Crow follows Yukio's instructions while the man starts his explanation, slipping on a pair of the safety glasses. Except. Well. Safety glasses aren't exactly made for a man with a whale snout instead of a nose. Crow puts the pair on as best as he can, but he pokes at the corner when they threaten to slide off his face.
Crow swallows, uncomfortable. But also, a little hopeful, when Yukio says he could be good enough to not kill someone after firing. "Alright," Crow musters a smile, "Let's do this."
Crow takes one of the guns Yukio said fit his webs and weighs it in his hand, fingers curling around the handle. It feels awkward in his hand, but that's just probably because if his feelings around the thing. Yukio said not to point it at anything he doesn't want to shoot, so he kind of awkwardly holds it with his palm facing upwards, barrel pointing away from them.
"This one seems okay." Oops, that's his eyewear sliding again. He pushes it up onto his face with his free hand, and upon the protective eyewear failing to stay in position, impatiently takes it off his face. "What's up next?"