The temperature was just perfect on Pabu. The wind was softly blowing, and everyone seemed to be bustling. Well… Everyone but Crosshair. Ever since he’d arrived on Pabu, he always tried to stay out of sight. He liked to stay down by the rocks around the cove, practicing his aim. Crosshair quietly cursed and shook his quivering right hand, adjusting his aim. But he then paused, feeling eyes on him from behind. His brow furrowed, not particularly liking to be interrupted. “What..?”
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