Snippet #1880089

"Oh, you see, those are called targets. When you shoot an arrow, they say you have to hit the middle and say 'bull's eye'. But I don't understand why. There's no bulls...or a bull's eye anywhere." Emil said in slight confusion, and then pulled out his blue bow. "Kind of like this."

He grabbed an arrow and held the nock before firing, and it hit only a little bit away from the bull's eye. About a centimeter. "I didn't exactly get it, but it's kind of like that. I like it because I learn how to protect myself more." He said bluntly and briefly. The puffin on his head turned it's neck and gazed at the bouncing Puchi.

Shifting his body a little, back to the angle he was before, he looked at Japan with his usual expression: lack of expression, and Iceland looked at the bouncing dog..thing, or whatever that was, on the male's shoulder. Crouching down a bit to get in eye contact with it, he cocked his head to the side and the puffin hopped down onto Emil's shoulder.

"What is that? I'm guessing it's either a dog or a cat." He asked, raising a gloved hand and pointing at the bouncing thing. Iceland, honestly, had no idea, so he simply referred to it as a thing. "It is very interesting."