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[takemyothereye]

[early morning at the shooting range! far, far away from you, there are targets tacked onto hay bales. closer to hand, there is an archer. he is looking at his last line of arrows, all securely embedded in the center circle of the targets.

he looks mildly dissatisfied.

. . . . . could it be that they're slightly off-center . . . ?]

Comments

[takemyothereye]

[sigh. rests the tip of his bow against the ground]

Thanks.

[takemyothereye]

Just to keep my form.

[touch_sensitive]

Wow.

[takemyothereye]

A little off.

[touch_sensitive]

Ah, a little, but still impressive.

[takemyothereye]

Thank you.

[o_sarchasm]

[out practicing with his boomerang! ... pauses]

Are you trying to split them?

[takemyothereye]

That would be a waste.

[o_sarchasm]

But a stylish one.

[takemyothereye]

Only once you learned it.

[oztensibly]

Not bad.

[takemyothereye]

. . . [shrugs]

Not bad.

[oztensibly]

Are you okay? You look a little... off.

[takemyothereye]

Do I?

[prettyhugedick]

Excuse me, but I don't believe that's safe.

[goddamnemperor]

Perhaps not to the untrained observer.

[prettyhugedick]

Who are you calling untrained?

[goddamnemperor]

Oh? Perhaps my eyes lied to me. You should demonstrate your prowess to prove me wrong.