[He shrugs, a vague rise and fall of a single shoulder.]
It's fun to explore, sometimes.
[And to a large extent, it's simply because he can. Next to seventeen years in chains, two months of freedom is nothing. There's still an exhilarating rush to the fact that he's beholden to nobody, that he can go anywhere he wants, do anything he wants; even if he has no real reason to go into the jungle, there's little reason not to, either.]
And you're here for target practice, huh? [He gives the weapon a closer look, and lets out a low whistle.] Maaaan, that thing's ancient.
[Is there actual gunpowder in there? He's never seen one up close; only ever saw the bullet holes that were left behind in that creepy underground hunting arena where that nutjob tried to hunt Kou-chan, Most Dangerous Game-style.]
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It's fun to explore, sometimes.
[And to a large extent, it's simply because he can. Next to seventeen years in chains, two months of freedom is nothing. There's still an exhilarating rush to the fact that he's beholden to nobody, that he can go anywhere he wants, do anything he wants; even if he has no real reason to go into the jungle, there's little reason not to, either.]
And you're here for target practice, huh? [He gives the weapon a closer look, and lets out a low whistle.] Maaaan, that thing's ancient.
[Is there actual gunpowder in there? He's never seen one up close; only ever saw the bullet holes that were left behind in that creepy underground hunting arena where that nutjob tried to hunt Kou-chan, Most Dangerous Game-style.]