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First Words
Longshot didn't like talking. He very rarely spoke, choosing to save his words when they were needed desperately. When he first joined Jet's small gang of vagabonds, he participated gladly, but refused to speak. His lack of vocals brought everyone to assume that he was mute. He never told them his name. Instead, hey began to refer to Longshot as 'Archer', a title which he enjoyed, as Longshot had always loved archery, and the fact that his fellow freedom fighters thought him to be talented at it was quite the compliment. It took much to impress them.
The young archer was content in his new lifestyle, and eventually he almost forgot what his voice sounded like.
Then, a young girl -for to him, she was quite obviously female despite her somewhat masculine appearance- came up to him, and stuck out her hand. "I know you aren't going to respond," She began, her voice raspy and kind. "but I figured I'd introduce myself anyway. I'm Smellerbee."
He met her eyes and came to a decision almost immediately. "I'm Longshot," He kept his voice quiet, but it still echoed somewhat eerily throughout the camp.
"Wait, did he just talk?" Someone from behind him said.
His reign of silence was over, but it was worth it to see the look of delight and shock on Smellerbee's face.
