99 - Writer's Choice: Pillow Fight - Rating: G

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Shar didn't mean to, not at first. He was just packing up their things, not quite looking behind him as he tossed a pillow over his shoulder to make sure they had everything. It wasn't until he heard a slightly muffled "oof!" and a series of giggles did he realize where that pillow went.

Connor was sitting on the floor, hair mussed, with a pillow in his face. Shar had only a moment to realize what had happened before the pillow came flying back.

Shar could pluck arrows out of the air. He could brush them aside with the back of his hand and take no damage, so long as he was fast enough. But for some reason, he couldn't dodge the fat fluffy pillow that came right at him, thrown rather well from a still-giggling Connor.

By the time feathers erupted in the air, Shar knew that his attempt at getting them an early start was completely foiled.