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[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

[At gun range. Practicing until perfect.]

Comments

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Woah... what's that? [It was loud AND shiny!]

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

A gun. It's dangerous, sir, so please stand farther back behind me.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[...Farther...behind...her. That was a fairly simple order... to anyone not Kronk.]

...Does that mean I have to get behind or in front of you OR in front of the gun?

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

Behind both! Now! Back up!

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

H-huh? [In his confusion, Kronk decided to curl up in a, giant!, ball on the floor. A giant ball on the floor that wanted his mommy.]

Don't shoot me!

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

I won't. I'm aiming at those things over there. Forward. Which is why you need to go behind the person shooting.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

This is kinda... really complicated.

You're the person shooting, right? [Kronk got behind her.]

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am. And I don't want to hurt you. So stay behind me while I practice.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Okay! [Kronk even sat down AND on his hands, to make sure that he wasn't going to do anything dumb.]

It sure is shiny.

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

It's not a toy. Don't think of it as shiny, think of it as dangerous.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Why's it dangerous? [Kronk came from a time when guns weren't invented yet... he was also incredibly dumb.]

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

Watch that box. The wood one, way over there in front of me. I'm going to use my gun on it, and then you'll understand. You see the box, sir?

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Oh...uhh. I'm just Kronk! I'm not a sir. [Kronk shrugged his big shoulders, almost shyly, before trying to see the box.]

Box...box. Oh, right! Yeah, I see it!

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Woah... what's that? [It was loud AND shiny!]

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

A gun. It's dangerous, sir, so please stand farther back behind me.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[...Farther...behind...her. That was a fairly simple order... to anyone not Kronk.]

...Does that mean I have to get behind or in front of you OR in front of the gun?

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

Behind both! Now! Back up!

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

H-huh? [In his confusion, Kronk decided to curl up in a, giant!, ball on the floor. A giant ball on the floor that wanted his mommy.]

Don't shoot me!

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

I won't. I'm aiming at those things over there. Forward. Which is why you need to go behind the person shooting.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

This is kinda... really complicated.

You're the person shooting, right? [Kronk got behind her.]

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am. And I don't want to hurt you. So stay behind me while I practice.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Okay! [Kronk even sat down AND on his hands, to make sure that he wasn't going to do anything dumb.]

It sure is shiny.

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

It's not a toy. Don't think of it as shiny, think of it as dangerous.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Why's it dangerous? [Kronk came from a time when guns weren't invented yet... he was also incredibly dumb.]

[soldier-child.livejournal.com]

Watch that box. The wood one, way over there in front of me. I'm going to use my gun on it, and then you'll understand. You see the box, sir?