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He sat up, taking his coat off.
He pointed at the targets, which there were three of. "Look now. You see where they are, so just visualize in your head. Aim, and shoot."
She looked up at him with interest. "How are they?"
"Definitely," she replied, playfully winking. "And brains too!"
She whimpered, turning quickly and running off.
He shook his head. "No, no.. I'll get it."
"With your eyes closed."
She seemed to enjoy it, her movements fluid and easy as she stayed close to him.
She grinned up at him. "We both contributed."
Her eyes widened. "What did you do..?"
He groaned into the bed, muffling his voice.
"You're going to shoot the targets," he replied, pointing behind her, where targets had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
She raised her eyebrows before taking his hand. "Alright."
She grinned, lying down. "The best."
Her eyes widened, and she suddenly shrunk. "I just want Mo.."
He had flopped onto the bed, already falling asleep again.
"Okay," he said slowly, picking up a pistol from the bag. "You'll use this."
She exhaled slowly. "I love you."
She gave him a kiss. "Why, thank you. You're a good helper."
She ignored him, going to Mr. Pemberly's office angrily.
