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*Blowing out a tiny sigh as his heart finally slowed itself back down and slid out of his throat, he places the item in the show case this time and locks it securely. Matt motions for her to follow him over to one of the other cases where he kept most of the spare parts, a small smile quirking his lips.*
I know how that one is, they’re pretty sneaky when they wanna be. Luckily it was only the bowstring. *he hopes to defuse a bit of the awkwardness, knowing the way he’d acted had been pretty embarrassing.* Did you want me to restring the only one or get a completely new one?
Following along as he motioned her to follow, she surveyed the store as he lead her over to the cases. Seeing the smile brung her to smile back, hopefully he didn't mind that she scared him half to death. At least she hoped he didn't.
— Restring? I think I should get new one. I haven't gotten a new one for a long while, I think this calls for a new one.— She let out a chuckle, looking over the cases.











