May 6, 2021
❝ That was my knife, too. ❞ (diana)
He stared at the target in the distance, a few knives having sliced through the wood during their throwing practice. Squinting Vasili tried to discern which was hers, with the handle that he was familiar with. “Ah, oops, but as it was placed incorrectly with mine, you can see how I was mistaken,” he offered as his apology before stepping over the barrier that acted as a haphazard safety precaution and trudged across the warehouse floor. A hand grasped around the weapon, tugging it easily from the wooden block and then he was making his way back to her, knife in hand, blade between his fingers, handle to her.
“Here, your turn. Just try and beat that score.”
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