[Does he want to try? He looks at the dart being offered to him with fixed curiosity, and wordlessly shrugs off his black duster to drape it over the back of a nearby chair. He plucks the dart from Oliver's hand and lines himself up, mimicking the way Oliver set himself up for his throws - from the set of his feet to the line of his shoulders to how he holds the dart between his fingers.
He breathes out. He looks at the target. He throws. He breathes in. The dart quivers just outside the ring of the bullseye, and he blinks at it, then swivels his head to look at Oliver with a profoundly perplexed expression.]
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He breathes out. He looks at the target. He throws. He breathes in. The dart quivers just outside the ring of the bullseye, and he blinks at it, then swivels his head to look at Oliver with a profoundly perplexed expression.]
...I thought that looked harder.