[ Charlie takes the darts, thanking Merrill for them. He’s looking them over, pressing a fingertip to the supposedly pointy end and is not at all surprised to find that it’s not sharp at all, when Hawke makes her remark. He glances up at her, eyebrows raised. ]
Did you seriously just make a blond joke? Oh my God, what year is it? [ That is a cultural phenomenon he does not need to revisit, thank you very much.
He figures he may as well start out legitimately, and considering his weapons of choice are throwing knives, he’s got pretty good aim. (He’d rather not totally lean on his magic, after all.) He lets the first dart fly, and actually manages to hit a balloon, good for him!
It doesn’t pop, though, because of course it doesn’t. He cants his head and gives both the ladies behind the booth a Look. ]
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Did you seriously just make a blond joke? Oh my God, what year is it? [ That is a cultural phenomenon he does not need to revisit, thank you very much.
He figures he may as well start out legitimately, and considering his weapons of choice are throwing knives, he’s got pretty good aim. (He’d rather not totally lean on his magic, after all.) He lets the first dart fly, and actually manages to hit a balloon, good for him!
It doesn’t pop, though, because of course it doesn’t. He cants his head and gives both the ladies behind the booth a Look. ]