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Atton is outside, training.

He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.

He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.

He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.

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Guppy sees Atton before he realises what he's doing, and approaches, to see why he's outside.

Waitaminuteknives!

He notices them as one is thrown in his direction, and whether the target is in the way or not, squeals, ducks and covers his head.

The target is in the way. The knife thuds into it quite neatly.

"Relax, Guppy, I know what I'm doing."

"Y-you're not even looking! What if a child runs out?" Guppy yells over.

"Well, then I'd hear it and not shoot it." Atton says. "Guppy, I'm not a complete idiot."

Guppy remains down on the floor, in the mush, edging back a bit.

"Guppy, stand up." Atton sighs, before muttering a word in native Kazic and pulling off the blindfold.

Guppy does.

All of his front is mushy now.

The targets go dark, floating away as Atton heads over.
"You've got mush on you."

"Really? I didn't notice."

"Good thing I'm here to point these things out, then."

"Why are you throwing stuff with a blindfold on?"

"It's training." Atton says. "Obviously."

"Are you likely to be wearing a blindfold in battle?"

"That isn't the point, Guppy. Some people train with weights on, that doesn't mean they're going to be going into battle with a dozen kilograms hanging from each arm."

"I still think it's dangerous Atton. What if you make a mistake?"

"I haven't made a mistake since I was twenty-one, and the man got a mechanical eye that he really liked." Atton snaps.

"Atton, stop the testosterone. And it's not that long since you were twenty one. Can't you at least use blunts or something?"

"I won't be using blunts in battle." Atton says, in a passable imitation of Guppy's voice. "Seriously, I'm not going to hit anybody."

Guppy scowls.

"Be like that then. It wouldn't make any difference to your training to use them."

"Guppy, can you just trust that I do actually know what I'm doing? I'm a trained assassin, not a child."

Guppy... deflates. That's him told.

"Sorry for being so boring." he says in a slightly tight voice.

"Pfft, you're not boring." Atton grins, moving over to sling an arm around Guppy.

He looks only slightly mollified.

"I don't think it was the most picky of requests, as a brother and a medical man of this establishments, to ask you not to throw knives around and shoot things without looking."

"I was listening, Guppy."

"What was all that anger and 'you're treating me like a child' thing for then?"