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"I'd be careful where you aim that," a voice spoke to her from behind.
Makoto turned, and as if in a dream, looked upon a man who appeared more handsome than he had any right being.
"My aim is great," Makoto retorted, and proceeded to show him just how good by pulling the arrow in the bow back and landing a near perfect target.
"Seems I was wrong," Nephrite chided himself. "I didn't take you for a serious archer. You seem so young."
Makoto had to smile at that. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Do you play?"
"I do," he said in his warm voice. "Perhaps we can together?"
Makoto blushed slightly at that. There was something so comforting and familiar in that voice. She wanted to remain there forever to gaze into those intelligent eyes.
But they had a match to see to.