[He only lets his arm drop back down when Norway moves too far away for him to keep the grip, making a quiet noise of protest as it does. It's hard to forget where they are with the throbbing discomfort of his arm keeping him from being swept away, but surely they can try to pretend they're somewhere else for a few hours, there's no need to move away]
[He's slow coming back around, eyes lazy as they trail over Norway stepping back, landing on the gun. Where did that come from? No, Norway's weapon was laughable, he must be seeing things]
[But it's not going away, no matter how many times he blinks, trying to clear his head. His brow furrows in confusion, he can't make sense of it. There's no movement from him, no running or any show of fear at all, stuck dumbly in place]
... Should- should put that away. Someone could get hurt.
[It's suddenly a little harder to speak, words thick in his mouth. It can still be an accident, he took it out on accident. He won't believe that pistol's meant for him yet. His smile returns at the thought, a little hesitant but there all the same; yes, it's an accident]
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[He's slow coming back around, eyes lazy as they trail over Norway stepping back, landing on the gun. Where did that come from? No, Norway's weapon was laughable, he must be seeing things]
[But it's not going away, no matter how many times he blinks, trying to clear his head. His brow furrows in confusion, he can't make sense of it. There's no movement from him, no running or any show of fear at all, stuck dumbly in place]
... Should- should put that away. Someone could get hurt.
[It's suddenly a little harder to speak, words thick in his mouth. It can still be an accident, he took it out on accident. He won't believe that pistol's meant for him yet. His smile returns at the thought, a little hesitant but there all the same; yes, it's an accident]