[Despite the seriousness of the situation, the response makes Togusa chuckle.]
Take your time. I could use the time, on my end.
When Fynn arrives, Togusa is finishing up on the range, himself. His service pistol is partly disassembled on the bench in front of him, and he has a few targets pulled in. It's easy to see which ones were shot first, and which ones were towards the end of his run, because his shot groupings get wider and wider. He gets fatigued too easily, and starts out great, but can't keep consistency.
Even if he's not good with it, he takes pride in maintaining the gun, at least. He looks up from wiping down the gun's slide when Fynn comes in. "Fynn. Thanks for coming out."
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Take your time. I could use the time, on my end.
When Fynn arrives, Togusa is finishing up on the range, himself. His service pistol is partly disassembled on the bench in front of him, and he has a few targets pulled in. It's easy to see which ones were shot first, and which ones were towards the end of his run, because his shot groupings get wider and wider. He gets fatigued too easily, and starts out great, but can't keep consistency.
Even if he's not good with it, he takes pride in maintaining the gun, at least. He looks up from wiping down the gun's slide when Fynn comes in. "Fynn. Thanks for coming out."