⇝ Bang bang
Who: Mal and ye gun-happy folk
What: He needs to shoot things. Fancy that?
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Shooting Range
Rating: PG.
This had to be one of those rare 'Grace of God' moments that Mal didn't believe in. His wandering about had found him in front of what seemed like a fully functioning shooting range. Mal, well...had never actually been to a range before though he was a good shot when it came to real world application. And his fancy for shooting off his pistol had been growing since he woke up that fateful night pantsless. He'd signed in with a glee akin to a child on Christmas and proudly strutted to the shooting range. After having been pointed to where it was, of course.
The day was bright and if he could try he could keep the castle out of his peripheral. Either way, with the first round off and a neat pock of circular bullet holes in his target, he started to feel better. A little more at ease. He pondered that he could spend the whole afternoon there if he really tried. No flack off his back, really. It was much simpler here. Mal liked simple.
What: He needs to shoot things. Fancy that?
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Shooting Range
Rating: PG.
This had to be one of those rare 'Grace of God' moments that Mal didn't believe in. His wandering about had found him in front of what seemed like a fully functioning shooting range. Mal, well...had never actually been to a range before though he was a good shot when it came to real world application. And his fancy for shooting off his pistol had been growing since he woke up that fateful night pantsless. He'd signed in with a glee akin to a child on Christmas and proudly strutted to the shooting range. After having been pointed to where it was, of course.
The day was bright and if he could try he could keep the castle out of his peripheral. Either way, with the first round off and a neat pock of circular bullet holes in his target, he started to feel better. A little more at ease. He pondered that he could spend the whole afternoon there if he really tried. No flack off his back, really. It was much simpler here. Mal liked simple.