Who The Hay Is Letting Them Do this? (Or: Pokey Is The Best Big Brother Ever)

[imjustpicky]

Who: Pokey and Picky Minch
What: Pokey is going to teach Picky how to fire a gun. This cannot possibly go wrong.
Where: The Rec Center shooting range
When: Wednesday, October 3rd, daytime
Warnings: Kids with guns. Pretty sure no one's gonna put their eye out, though, so hey?

[Mayfield is a dangerous place. That absolutely cannot be denied. Certainly no place for a little nerd like Picky. Unless, maybe, he learns to defend himself. Which is what brings the Minch brothers to the rec center on this lovely fall day, skipping school and arriving early to better make use of the day.

Picky, for his part, is nervous. Guns were... well... pretty serious business. Grown-up stuff. Something kids weren't supposed to handle. But then again, kids weren't supposed to go through some of the stuff he had gone through here. He'd be tough. He'd show Pokey he was no wimpy little nerd.]

So. Uh. So... what do I have to do?

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[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey is nervous to, in his own grouchy way. But at the moment he's too busy setting up a bunch of empty cans he found in a row. Like a shooting gallery. He'd wanted to try and make something to make them come forward while they shot too, to get the idea of hitting a moving target, but in all honesty Pokey hasn't figured out how to do that yet let alone really practiced against a moving target himself..

He just kind of hmphs at Picky's question, but it's a good-natured sound.]

You have to shoot them, stupid. That's all.

[Which isn't very descriptive, and Pokey knows it. So he'll have to show Picky how to do it first. A visual representation will probably work best.

Pokey goes over to the bag he had filled with the cans he was setting up and takes out the pistol he's hoarded for the last year before walking over to Picky. He reaches an arm out to push Picky back gently, creating an imaginary line for him not to cross.]

Here. I'll show you, alright?

[imjustpicky]

Well yeah.... [Picky is trying not to sound too whiny or sarcastic about it. Still. That's what they were there for.]

I mean... how do I use a gun? ...oh.

[And back he was pushed, quietly and willingly, eyes wide beneath those bangs of his. And holding his breath. This was it. Pokey was going to show him. Pokey was gonna fire that gun and shoot something and it'd be cool...

Right? Probably?

He keeps on holding his breath, nodding rapidly while he waits for the demonstration.]

[ceasetoexist]

[Pokey snorts a moment at Picky continuing to bother him. You know. Bothering him by watching him and everything. That's a massive bother. Can't you see just how hard it is for him to line this shot up just right. It's clearly pretty tough kid. Give him some breathing room.

About five minutes in he still hasn't pulled that trigger. Just give him a little more time. He'll get there.]

[imjustpicky]

[He knows a tense Pokey when he sees one, so Picky makes a point of keeping quiet. And still. Very still. Sort of still. As the seconds turn to minutes he shifts from foot to foot. Suspense can only be prolonged so long, before it's just silly...]

...uh, you can go ahead. I'm watching.

[He was paying attention! He was totally paying attention! Enough attention to know that Pokey was really nervous about this, but he wasn't about to call him on it because dude, Pokey had a gun. So. Yeah.]