[Well, they seem friendly enough. Johnnie takes his cue and wades his way in to meet the guy halfway and claim his duck.]
Thanks. Uh...
[What is a gesture that means thanks? Fuck. Miming is hard. But Johnnie puts his empty hand over his heart, figuring that has to be universally understood enough, then wades his way back to Chrissy.
The guy he left, meanwhile, says something, but who knows what. Johnnie looks back over at him, where the guy is gesturing toward him and saying something. Johnnie shakes his head, not sure how to respond, and the man blinks, says something over his shoulder at his companions, and they discuss briefly before the woman waves to get their attention and claps her hands together loudly, then points at the duck.]
Oh! Like... What did I use? This?
[Has to be what they're asking, right? Johnnie pulls out the pistol and waves it in the air, pointed upward.]
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Thanks. Uh...
[What is a gesture that means thanks? Fuck. Miming is hard. But Johnnie puts his empty hand over his heart, figuring that has to be universally understood enough, then wades his way back to Chrissy.
The guy he left, meanwhile, says something, but who knows what. Johnnie looks back over at him, where the guy is gesturing toward him and saying something. Johnnie shakes his head, not sure how to respond, and the man blinks, says something over his shoulder at his companions, and they discuss briefly before the woman waves to get their attention and claps her hands together loudly, then points at the duck.]
Oh! Like... What did I use? This?
[Has to be what they're asking, right? Johnnie pulls out the pistol and waves it in the air, pointed upward.]
Gun. It's called a gun.