[ Majima took the pistol and gave it a once-over; the weight and feel of a gun, at least, seemed familiar to him. When he was satisfied, he dropped into a Weaver stance and squeezed off two shots.
The first went a little high, grazing the dark neck of the bottle he was aiming at. The second was straight-on, into the center of the target's mass. One might actually wonder how Majima managed to aim and hit things without any fucking depth perception, but one would have to keep wondering, because he Just Could. ]
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[ Majima took the pistol and gave it a once-over; the weight and feel of a gun, at least, seemed familiar to him. When he was satisfied, he dropped into a Weaver stance and squeezed off two shots.
The first went a little high, grazing the dark neck of the bottle he was aiming at. The second was straight-on, into the center of the target's mass. One might actually wonder how Majima managed to aim and hit things without any fucking depth perception, but one would have to keep wondering, because he Just Could. ]