For a certain someone.
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"You're not holding it right, you know."
The glare she earned only made her smile, and she walked over, batting at his legs with her unstrung bow to correct his stance. He shifted reluctantly, and she was only slightly annoyed that she had to flatten herself against him and stand on her toes just to reach his hands so she could shift his grip into the proper position.
"If you don't keep it parallel, you're going to skin your forearm when you release. Now try it." She stepped back and he let the arrow fly, a hand covering her mouth to keep in the giggle at his frustrated scowl when the arrow didn't land in the center of the target.
"Don't worry Neji, you can't be perfect at everything on the first try." Tenten grinned as Neji's eyes narrowed slightly, before he reached up to pull another arrow from the quarrel to try again.
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Happy birthday, Cleo.