[ Instinctively, Reiner turns his head to face whoever spoke to him. Then he remembers that oh, right, he has googles on, and tugs them up to rest on his forehead, revealing amber eyes.
He doesn't recognize the person, but that's no problem. He offers a quick, friendly smile all the same. ]
Thanks, [ he says, then rolls a shoulder in a shrug. ] To be honest, I'm competing with a friend of mine. He hits the bullseye nearly every time.
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He doesn't recognize the person, but that's no problem. He offers a quick, friendly smile all the same. ]
Thanks, [ he says, then rolls a shoulder in a shrug. ] To be honest, I'm competing with a friend of mine. He hits the bullseye nearly every time.