[And Charlie punctuates it with an overblown intake of air, all faux horror.]
Anything but that.
[He purposefully jostles Chloe's shoulder with his own, patting her forearm as he steers them through the midway. At three-wide, they make for a bit of an obstacle but most of the natives and visitors seem happy to dart out of their path when the going narrows. Eventually he draws up, angle of his chin lifting - clearly he's seen something of interest over the heads of the people ahead of them.]
Ah, there we are.
[And he drags the pair of them - Chloe by the arm, Nate by ay of Chloe - toward what is clearly some kind of marksmanship booth.]
no subject
Anything but that.
[He purposefully jostles Chloe's shoulder with his own, patting her forearm as he steers them through the midway. At three-wide, they make for a bit of an obstacle but most of the natives and visitors seem happy to dart out of their path when the going narrows. Eventually he draws up, angle of his chin lifting - clearly he's seen something of interest over the heads of the people ahead of them.]
Ah, there we are.
[And he drags the pair of them - Chloe by the arm, Nate by ay of Chloe - toward what is clearly some kind of marksmanship booth.]