( Louis laughs at the idea, and it nearly ruins his aim. The shot hits the outer edge of the 50-point target. A success, but only barely. Don't be so easily distracted, Louis... )
You're the mighty hunter. I didn't even have the heart to shoot a rabbit.
( Of course he'd had no qualms with eating meat, or with letting a butcher do that ugly work for him. But he'd felt so squeamish looking down the barrel of a rifle and imagining a living creature on the other end. This, though, is perfectly harmless. Would he have enjoyed this kind of game as a mortal man, he wonders? Perhaps a little. But he can't imagine attempting it on his own, not without Lestat to inspire him to do frivolous things he otherwise wouldn't. )
It does sound exciting. We could have been some sort of traveling carnival act. But if I were a sharpshooter, what sort of dashing rogue would you make of yourself?
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( Louis laughs at the idea, and it nearly ruins his aim. The shot hits the outer edge of the 50-point target. A success, but only barely. Don't be so easily distracted, Louis... )
You're the mighty hunter. I didn't even have the heart to shoot a rabbit.
( Of course he'd had no qualms with eating meat, or with letting a butcher do that ugly work for him. But he'd felt so squeamish looking down the barrel of a rifle and imagining a living creature on the other end. This, though, is perfectly harmless. Would he have enjoyed this kind of game as a mortal man, he wonders? Perhaps a little. But he can't imagine attempting it on his own, not without Lestat to inspire him to do frivolous things he otherwise wouldn't. )
It does sound exciting. We could have been some sort of traveling carnival act. But if I were a sharpshooter, what sort of dashing rogue would you make of yourself?