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[snaphappy]

( the sound of a gunshot, to someone else, might be easily misplaced, mistaken or conflated to be something less worrisome: the sound of a car, maybe, or another vehicle starting, the backfire from a machine, but to prompto, it's easy enough to gauge even from a distance. he hears it, faintly, from across the park; he's crouched in front of a particularly interesting plant with his camera at the ready, zoomed in for a shot that he thinks might be framed rather nicely, if he can get it done. but the shot rings out, and then another, and another still; it's carried over the soft breeze of the afternoon, and at the second burst, he gets to his feet, glances in the direction and then starts to follow it.

he hasn't seen a proper shooting range in this place, which is a surprise. perhaps that just means that he should be the one setting something up, but then again, he hasn't had much use of his guns yet, outside of hunting. there's nothing particularly dangerous in this city, no matter how strange it is, so does anyone really need to learn how to defend themselves? then again, for some, it might just be about maintaining the skill, right?

the trail of sound leads him to the point where it gets louder: he still has his camera in hand, almost comical, as he approaches, mouth rounding into a curious shape of wondering as he sees the girl fire off the last can, where it buckles and shoots off the awning of one of the fences in the distance. )

...Whew! ( he lets out a low, appreciative whistle, standing at her back, though he keeps a few feet of space between them, not wanting to startle someone with a gun. ) You've got good aim. Not your first time, huh?

[carrythesin]

[Her sense fell dull when the stranger arrived, maybe she was too laxed from the weather or the vibe of security her violet gem gave off. She swiftly turned her body to the man while she kept both arms by her side. Only the sound of wind passed through them for a brief moment. Surprised, startled, unsure, and possibly more. This wasn't Paris, so she didn't have to follow accord. Mireille, what would you do? Never once someone praised her skill outside her circle. Was she suppose to 'thank' him?

She glanced to what he held, a camera, a photographer possibly. Though, she was pretty sure she was far away. Instead of an answer, she shaken her head instead.

Who are you? And what are you doing in my yard?]

[snaphappy]

( she doesn't seem entirely keen on talking--which is okay, given that she's still got a gun in hand, and also that he's probably interrupted her practice, or her stress relief, or both. so he just offers a sheepish sort of smile, holding both of his hands up as though to indicate that he means no harm: one of them still holds the camera, though he could easily rectify that if necessary.

maybe he should introduce himself: that might help. he maintains the distance between them, lowering his arms so that he can indicate himself with his free hand. )

Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. My name's Prompto! I've just been taking pictures around this park and heard the noise.

( that should explain it well enough, right? he offers another smile. )

You doing target practice? You've got great form!

[carrythesin]

[There's more reason to why she doesn't talk much. One day, she was told something like this would happen and the proper steps. Again, this wasn't Paris, and to Kirika, this man seemed nothing more than a passing bystander. Kirika lifts her head up, pondering and taking another deep breath, then realizes the stranger seems unconformable as well, both hands in the air. She glances down her side where her gun rests, and slowly tucks it away behind her with the sound of a 'click' from the safety mode.

Another shake from the head before she finally speaks, soft and quiet.]

No, it's me. I'm... not used to this kind of thing.

[She confess, following a small nod, her eyes glancing now glancing away, as if ashamed she was caught. Yes, its practice.]