[Kevin looks at the target thoughtfully, letting Bobby's words linger just a little bit. On the contrary, he'd had quite an arsenal at his disposal with the Brotherhood - where he'd become a much better shot, with partial thanks to one of the many Jamies. He used to call that one Rifle Jamie. That particular Madrox was fairly handy with a pistol, too, but his favorite was the .22 rifle.
Kevin had never admitted it out loud, but there had been some fun times there, too. And even if not all of the sharpshooting practice was fun, it was liberating in a way, too. Here at the school, the staff usually had just shoved him into close-combat before realizing long-distance attacks were what he was comfortable with.
Now, Danger Room sessions were finally getting a little more comfortable. But this was nice, too. Just a small, more private practice session without too many people around.
He finally comes out of his blah-blah introspection and even bothers to crack a little smile at Bobby.]
You're such a perfectionist. Don't worry, man... it's just like anything else. Just takes practice.
what a fatty tag this became
Kevin had never admitted it out loud, but there had been some fun times there, too. And even if not all of the sharpshooting practice was fun, it was liberating in a way, too. Here at the school, the staff usually had just shoved him into close-combat before realizing long-distance attacks were what he was comfortable with.
Now, Danger Room sessions were finally getting a little more comfortable. But this was nice, too. Just a small, more private practice session without too many people around.
He finally comes out of his blah-blah introspection and even bothers to crack a little smile at Bobby.]
You're such a perfectionist. Don't worry, man... it's just like anything else. Just takes practice.