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Who: Duckbutts--I mean Clive and Sasuke
Where: Dissimulo, outside, probably by the farm
When: May 8th, afternoon
Rating: ... PG-13?!
Summary: Why tension is needed for archery to work
The Log:

((Clive stands with his bow over his shoulder, staring forward a moment and sighing. His quiver of arrows--some broken and delicately repaired--sits at his feet and he puts a hand on is hip and frowns.))

Well?

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You're sure this is right? ((He doesn't..

He felt uncertain about the body behind him. Like it didn't belong yet he wanted it there. The hand over his own; the gentle lift that he felt as Sasuke guided him along.

He wanted to stall so bad, that Sasuke might stay there a moment longer, but as soon as he hears a response the arrow releases.

A better shot. He hit the sack this time--if only the very bottom of it.))

[ Yes, he was sure. And after that shot Sasuke feels a little more personally vindicated. There's a compliment on the tip of his tongue but it doesn't manifest itself. ]

Try again. [ It would be preferable if he could hit it more directly, after all. Sasuke supplies another arrow, still lingering close but this time he doesn't touch Clive. ] Use your finger if you want. To aim.

((So he does, and as directed, uses his finger. He doesn't see how it helps; it seemed just as difficult to aim it... but if Sasuke suggested it, maybe it would work?

The arrow flicks in the air again, but at least he seems to have hit the bag again. A light smile on his face, he turns fully to see Sasuke and thank him.))

Ah! It does work! Excel..lent..((but he pauses; the smile dropping from his face. Sasuke was close.. he hadn't realized it before.))

[ Sasuke remains quiet, just as intent on Clive's shot as he would have been on one of his own. He wants him to do well... genuinely, he does. So when Clive hits the target again -- albeit not particularly well -- he relaxes, only more confused then to see that smile fade. ]

... What? You are getting better. I can show you again, if that is what you want.

Ah.. no I should be fine alone, now.

[ The pause is pointed. He merely watches for a few moments. ]

I can stay a little longer to be sure you have it. You are still not good yet.

..If you want, that's fine. I doubt I'll be at this more than an hour either way.

Keep trying. I have nowhere else to be.

[ Besides, he prefers being outside. It's more of what he's used to. ]

Alright..

((So he does, drawing arrow at a time and firing on his own. At least now he's hitting the sandbag, but it's not improving too much. It's too soon to improve, really..))

[ In Sasuke's mind, anything would be an improvement. ]

Ah... [ And finally he feels the need to interject. Watching this proceed in this way is a little painful. ] If it is tense, that is alright. Don't be afraid to test it more.

Easier said than done. ((No less, he pulls it back just a little further, and lets go. A nice, deep hit, close to the middle.))

Ah... ((he sets his bow down to sigh a moment.)) No doubt that was luck.

Probably. [ Captain encouragement. ]

But remember how it felt. Then you can repeat it. [ He takes a step or two closer again, clearly ready to physically correct Clive's stance if he again feels the need to. ]

((Clive turns, sort of sudden.))

Do you have to stand so close?

((Tension. Yeah. Something gripped at him--a discomfort. It wasn't that he disliked Sasuke. No. It's this funny agitation that comes up whenever Sasuke approached. He looks angry.... or enough at least. Like something's bothering him. The wrinkle in his brow is enough.))

[ That's unexpected. Sasuke merely regards him for a few moments, well-acquainted with the dislike in his expression but not with the look in his eyes. Not really. And also not with the specific brand of irritation he himself feels in response. ]

I wanted to be sure your hands were placed correctly.

((He regards Sasuke, a little uneasy himself. A pause, and he turns back to his stance.))

Fine.... ((He pulls the bow back into the arrow, and when Sasuke was where he needed to be, drew it.))

[ And of course he moves in, always a critic. Again he grasps one of Clive's hands, lowering it just a little. ]

Keep a straight line. [ Clive is close. Sasuke imagines he can smell him, almost, just the faint hint of soap. ]

Is this what it feels like then?

Ah.

Do not move that front hand and pull back a little further. Not much more.

Okay..

((He's not shooting until he has some approval.))

[ Sasuke's hand remains overtop Clive's just a little too long to be convincingly normal, something that surprises himself. As soon as he notes it he steps away, balling that hand into a fist. ]

Try now.

((Clive lets go. A nice clear shot; the arrow practically buries itself inside their target. A little smile.))

You know, for once, that even felt like a good shot.

Ah. You are getting better. [ He brushes his hand through his hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. ]

Maybe you can try something that moves, soon.

I'll have to, next time I'm hunting. ((sighs.)) You realize Sasuke, before you arrived here, I was the one trapping animals for Flora, Takato, and Guilmon, no?

Give it a week and I really will have something to brag about.

[ A pause... and then an actual expression of muted amusement. ]

I hope that you do. I can show you a lot more than just that, later.

We should hunt, together.

You think?

It could be fun.