<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outdoor Shooting Range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"... Mm. If you say so." Albion nodded, dismissing the thought... For now. No one ever needed to stand so close that she could feel something like that with that much of her tail between them. But it wasn't by his business to push for answers either. How she handled her activities inside and out of SOPHE were not his concern, just like his activities were the concern of no one else but him. For now, there were other matters that required attention for now.<br/><br/>"Hmph, a Calder demon through and through, and an obvious liar at the same time. I might have believed you if you said I was just as abusive or something." He remarked with a dry tone. There was nothing about wanting what was best for her, because to him, best for her meant she wouldn't even he in the organization, much less out here firing a gun. He returned to watching where her shots went, her accuracy seeming to grow worse over time. The flying, spent cartridge that plinked off his head was a surprise, but as Nerissa looked to him as if to hope he didn't explode from ot, he was simply brushing his head.<br/><br/>"Don't apologize, just keep shooting." He grunted, pocketing his hands and turning to step away for a moment, leaving the girl to her devices. He wouldn't know what her progress was like in the short span of time he was out, but by the time he returned, she didn't look to be celebrating... Which meant she hadn't made any progress. An audible *thump* rang next to her as Albion placed a large botthe of water.<br/><br/>"If your nerves are shot that badly, then me forcing you to get results won't do anything beneficial... Ten minute break to collect yourself, no more than that." He made sure she would know she wouldn't get a minute past ten to relax and compose herself. Maybe after she finished this next challenge, she could accrue another break. For now, Albion moved away from her and sat down in a vacant chair, leaning his head against the backrest to stare up at the ceiling, almost into the light over him.<br/><br/>How she spent this time was up to her, but Albion could only hope she used it wisely.