( 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. )
[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.]
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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!
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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.]