Caelan’s response bit at the tip of his tongue. The right side of his mouth lifted up in a smirk as Dusty chose a cigarette over his challenge. Dusty wasn’t going to even entertain him? He rolled his eyes, set to urge the man to try to shoot<i>something </i>when a million movements happened in front of him.<br/><br/>“Holy-” he gasped, wide eyes dropping from Dusty to the pack that lay a few feet away, “shit.” He shook his head, running his hand through his curls as he exhaled. “Well, I didn’t know we were doing<i>that.</i>” Shooting a door was way more simple. Dusty’s response to his teasing made Caelan wish he had another pack of cigarettes so he could give it a go. Maybe next time, after he had time to practice.<br/><br/>Caelan was left holding his gun, extended out to Dusty. Seeing as Dusty preferred firing his own weapon, he lowered it down and watched the man. He interested Caelan by setting out a new target.<br/><br/>“I don’t need to know how to shoot an alligator.” He chuckled, thinking of the hilarity of it. “They don’t come into the city much. The deer sometimes do, but I like seeing them.” Caelan smiled at him as he was pushed further back. In his opinion, Caelan thought that he should have been closer to the target, if he had any chance at actually hitting its center.<br/><br/>“I know what you’re going to say.. we’re not supposed to be friends with our food.<i>Not da way de world turn</i>.” He raised the gun, hands wrapped around the grips in the manner Dusty had taught him. Caelan lowered it until he could see the sign through the sight. He fought to get his archery brain functioning. The cogs in that department of his mind were rusty and in need of oil. He brushed the back of his hand over his forehead and returned his hand. The world faded away for a second, his attention on nothing but the target. Caelan focused his breathing, the ghost of his archery glove brushing against his cheek. Exhaling, Caelan pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>His focus softened as he heard the echoing shot and the accompanying<i>ting</i>. Caelan blinked, a grin slow to grow on his features as his eyes found the small hole. Almost dead center, slightly off to the left.<br/><br/>The last three shots were much like the second. None of them hit the center of the sign, a factor that didn't disappoint Caelan. He had done tremendously better than he ever thought he could. Especially because he didn't imagine today as being his first time firing a gun - let alone with Dusty, let alone in a scrapyard. He lowered the gun and opened the cylinder to make sure it was empty. Caelan smiled to him and tilted his hip to get the gun into the holster. "How'd I do, teach?"