[ Ouch, maybe too far. He holds up his hands, backing up a step (especially when she goes for the weapon, toy or not). ]
Fine, fine. I know where I'm not wanted.
[ Not really. He isn't exactly leaving, leaning on the booth and watching on as she knocks down all those targets. With a curl of his hand and a push of invisible magic, he props one back up - unnoticed by the barker hurriedly pulling down her prize. ]
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Fine, fine. I know where I'm not wanted.
[ Not really. He isn't exactly leaving, leaning on the booth and watching on as she knocks down all those targets. With a curl of his hand and a push of invisible magic, he props one back up - unnoticed by the barker hurriedly pulling down her prize. ]
Good aim, by the way.