Good job, Roman. You have already surpassed at least a solid third of the people around here on language comprehension. But Machi is not picking a bear. Or a stuffed tie dye alligator, either.

He takes the darts anyway, picking up the first one and feeling the still-cool, ridged plastic coating on its body.

With his free hand, he actually pulls down his sunglasses enough to give the balloons a better look. So Roman gets a rare look at his eyes. They aren't just baby blue--they're borderline cyan.

"Ehhh...."

Even his pensive noises have a heavy accent.

But okay. Fine.

He throws.

It's a miss.