Caelan knew he struck a chord with Dusty. That was plain to see and Caelan didn’t know how he felt about it. They weren’t necessarily friends, but it brought curiosity to the edges of his mind. He lowered his attention down to the gun, thankful for the abrasive creaking that came from Dusty exiting his truck. Thankfully, Dusty found no annoyances in his request to actually shoot a loaded gun.<br/><br/>He followed Dusty, careful to keep the barrel pointed to the dirt. Caelan held it with a firm grip while he stood out of the way, watching Dusty move. He made targets with little effort, giving the old metal doors life before Caelan could hypothetically take it away. That was, if he could fire a gun as well as a bow.<br/><br/>Dusty jostled him, adding a simple accessory to his jeans. He had to watch his fingers move to distract himself from laughing. There was no way he could tell Dusty that he was<i>not </i>going to wear that. First off, Caelan would not do much beyond carrying the bullets outside of the gun out of fear that he would shoot himself. What good would that do? He supposed he could ask his attacker to give him a second to load his gun. Maybe the guy would even do it for him after watching Caelan fumble with it.<br/><br/>When it finally came down to firing the gun, Caelan felt slightly less than nervous. He again followed Dusty’s instruction, holding his hands specifically where the man had placed them. Caelan raised the gun, eyes looking through the sight along the ridge of the gun. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, squeezing the trigger when he ran out of breath. The gun fired, actually<i>fired</i>, and Caelan flinched as the sound echoed through the scrapyard. The small<i>ting</i>of the bullet hitting metal was nothing. It was like a pebble hitting a window in comparison to the cannon blast of a gunshot. From where he stood, he could see that the bullet hit the upper left corner of the door.<br/><br/>"Hm." Caelan licked his lips. He lowered the gun and turned back to Dusty. “Wanna try to show me up?” Caelan grinned, offering the gun, pointed down, to the man. "If you can."