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“All you have to do is touch it right…here…”
Phobos said carefully putting Thanatos’ finger on the trigger of a rifle, fixing his position to better cheat and line up the shot, a strong hand on his back shoulder blade so he would be ready for the recoil. “Now pull it back– hold tight and let’s see you win me $100 from your dad.”
Thanatos did as he was told, feeling a bit of a thrill he hadn’t expected at the prospect of shooting a gun...and a sort of nervous excitement at doing something so out of sorts for a man like him ( all in the name of scientific inquiry of course. The god knew all about guns and bullets as far as what they did to human body--why shouldn’t he know what it felt like to shoot one? ) But Phobos’s strong hand on his back, surprisingly delicate given who he was and what he did, was oddly reassuring and calming to Thanatos.
Tightening his grip on the rifle, he made to pull the trigger, but paused at the man’s final words. “What did you bet him?”
