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*ON HOLD*
Blue eyes flickered over to you, scrunching his brows in mock frustration. His hand gently pushed down on your arm, while the other positioned the bow to the target ahead. "I must be a terrible teacher if your form is still this bad," he spoke softly, the air of the chuckle he let out hitting the back of your neck from close quarters. A laugh left your lips as you let go of the arrow, wood splintering from the target soon after. "I'm surprised you haven't realized I do it on purpose now."