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#rkpicnic starter for @rkchoisan !
"damn it," pj muttered under his breath, taking a step back from the carnival booth. darts never were his thing, but for whatever reason he felt more annoyed that he was struggling to hit something as silly as balloons. "remind me what the point of this is again?" he asked, readying another dart as he tried to adjust his aim just right. this would be his time, he could feel it. the boy drew in a deep breath, lightly exhaling as he braced himself for the throw. then, he finally released the dart.
for a brief moment, it soared through the air, and pj watched helplessly as it bounced off of one of the balloons rather than popping it. "are you kidding me?" he pleaded to no one in particular, the stress he was feeling making its way into his words. pj let out an exaggerated groan as he buried his face into his hands. "i think... is this what death feels like? am i dying?" he asked dramatically as he fell to his knees, forcing himself to hold back laughter. "i can't die like this... san, please tell me i'm not the only one who's bad at these stupid darts. i don't know if i'd be able to live with myself."
