Alright, kiddos, my name is John Cheese, but you can call me John. Unless I catch you screwing around, in which case you'll have to address me by Lord and Master Cheese
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Juri stepped forward as soon as John was done talking, eagerly taking the bow and arrow. She loved physical activity, so it was no surprise that she taught herself archery a few years ago. She adjusted her aim for a brief moment, recalling everything she learned. When she was about ready to shoot the center, she...
...aimed at John's eye instead. Still holding the arrow back, she grinned. "So what if I shoot the counselor in the eye instead?"
Billy let out a small groan and a rolled his eyes as he saw Juri aiming her arrow at the counselor. Figures he'd end up in the group that'd cause trouble first.
In a flash, John whipped his wand from his back pocket, and shouted an incantation that transfigured the bow, and the arrow, into chocolate pudding. Good luck getting that stain out.
"Not funny, little lady," he said with a glare, "If it happens again, I'm turning it into a dong."
"Right." Alfred grabbed the bow and nocked an arrow, closing one eye as he drew it back, like they always did in the movies. This was easy. The bow bent like a reed, Alfred aimed toward the bullseye, and let loose.
Not even close. The arrow flew straight over the target and into the ground several yards behind. Whoops.
"That's fine, that's what you've got me here for."
John, who'd been leaning against a tree observing until now, picked himself up and walked over to her, his bow in hand. "Here, let's take it step by step. What's your name?"
Good job, Soren. Matthew was so close to agreeing with you.
"I'd prefer not to owe some poor bloke an eyeball either way," muttered Matthew, who stood and pulled at the string of his bow experimentally. He didn't want to try yet, though archery intrigued him. After all, what if someone else wanted to go first? It'd be rude of him. "Sexuality in question or no."
Not that John or Soren's comments yielded much room for politeness and manners, but hey.
"That's smart. People don't usually enjoy having their eye put out. I know a guy who has to wear an eye patch for the rest of his life because of an archery incident."
John paused.
"Actually, he doesn't really mind, he just sees it like an excuse to wear pirate costumes to work. But he's like one case out of a hundred."
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...aimed at John's eye instead. Still holding the arrow back, she grinned. "So what if I shoot the counselor in the eye instead?"
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"Not funny, little lady," he said with a glare, "If it happens again, I'm turning it into a dong."
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"I wanna go first."
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Not even close. The arrow flew straight over the target and into the ground several yards behind. Whoops.
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Quinn really didn't give much of a damn about hitting a little round piece of wood with a stick, but the archery instructor? WAS HOT.
She bit her lip slightly and awkwardly pulled back the arrow with the bow. She let it go...
... and it flew completely over the target.
"Whoops... yeah I don't really know how to do this..."
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John, who'd been leaning against a tree observing until now, picked himself up and walked over to her, his bow in hand. "Here, let's take it step by step. What's your name?"
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She tried not to stare at his arms.
"I've never done archery before..."
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(SO WHAT IF HE'S NOT IN THE GROUP, IF THE OPPORTUNITY IS THERE. Berwald's cringe will probably be audible.)
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"I'd prefer not to owe some poor bloke an eyeball either way," muttered Matthew, who stood and pulled at the string of his bow experimentally. He didn't want to try yet, though archery intrigued him. After all, what if someone else wanted to go first? It'd be rude of him. "Sexuality in question or no."
Not that John or Soren's comments yielded much room for politeness and manners, but hey.
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John paused.
"Actually, he doesn't really mind, he just sees it like an excuse to wear pirate costumes to work. But he's like one case out of a hundred."
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