Whack job with a penchant for peeling faces.

No offense—the smirk I give them over my drink should make that clear.

"Well, I'm glad I could make you feel more comfortable." A little scrunch of the nose then with question before chortling a bit. "I try not to make it a habit, but it seems I just can't help myself." Which wasn't a lie. It's where most of Roman's staff came from after all. "Is that bad? Or did you want to be the special one? Which isn't me saying you're not."

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from Dumbarton Oaks

❝   IF   I'M   DETERMINED   ENOUGH   I   CAN   TAKE   SOMEONE   OUT   AT   A   DISTANCE.   ❞            there's   a   resigned   exhale   while   he   moved   closer   towards   the   wall   decorated   in   weapons.   casually   looking   it   all   over   until   eyes   stopped   at   a   simple   pistol.   cautiously   grabbing   it   and   looking   it   over.   turning   it   casually   within   his   palm,   getting   a   feel   of   the   weight   and   such.   making   sure   not   to   be   an   idiot   and   point   it   around.   not   bad   though,   something   he   would   have   to   get   accustomed   to.     ❝   Ya   have   t'   show   me   the   basics   a   usin'   this.   I   promise   I   can   learn   quickly   enough   and   ya   won't   have   t'   worry   about   me   afta.   I   can   be   responsible.   ❞

୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅  ────  There's a chortle at response, but it's not dismissive. "I'm sure you can -- but that won't always be possible." Head tilts slightly before stepping forward with a nod to showing him the basics. And Roman takes the gun back, showing how to properly hold it. "This is the safety, you take it off when you're going to use it." And they show him then. Finger on the trigger, before aiming at a wall and firing. "It's pretty straightforward. We can do more in depth training another day at a gun range. I can keep you on some lighter stuff until then."

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