[Whoa, the hell -- he hadn't seen the gun before. Ichimatsu visibly hesitates, his eyes latching onto the weapon with a nervous interest. What kind of kid carries a gun around? Maybe he was too quick to think she was helpless... even if she can barely lug this chunk of wood around.]
[The fact that she isn't pointing it at him yet goes a long way. At the very least, he manages to pull his gaze away from it to look at her - or her feet, rather. He doesn't seem very good at making eye contact.]
I'm Ichimatsu. [He mumbles it, then makes a sort of 'come on' gesture by flexing his fingers, as if he's in a giant hurry.] And because you hurt it, dumba - ... d-dummy. Let me check it.
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[The fact that she isn't pointing it at him yet goes a long way. At the very least, he manages to pull his gaze away from it to look at her - or her feet, rather. He doesn't seem very good at making eye contact.]
I'm Ichimatsu. [He mumbles it, then makes a sort of 'come on' gesture by flexing his fingers, as if he's in a giant hurry.] And because you hurt it, dumba - ... d-dummy. Let me check it.