There was a knocking on the door, and then it flung open as Kirito bustled in. "Hey!" He said cheerfully, "you two were surprisingly hard to find, you know that?"
Shirou turned, and looked over his shoulder at the boy that had burst into the room.
Argo also turned, resting a hand on her hip, before she dismissed him from her attention, turning back to her practice. She slowly breathed out, raising a hand. Underneath her palm, one of the [Throwing Picks] that was laying on the ground floated up, hovering over the floor.
"Why were we hard to find?" Shirou asked in surprise. "Even then, couldn't you have just sent us a PM for directions?"
Kirito rolled his eyes in an exasperated manner. "You always write the shortest message you possibly can, and Argo has hers set up to auto-reply an away message right now."
The throwing pick glowed bright yellow as the [System Assist] applied a skill to it, and then it launched exactly as if thrown, before plinking against the painting hanging on the wall they had designated as their arbitrary [Target]. Since it was a picture of a bull mob from the second floor, naturally Argo insisted they aim at the literal [Bull's Eye]. Then she turned to address Kirito. "I can't just blow off my clients, but I don't want any interruptions when I'm practicing. That's the obvious solution, Kiribou."
She turned back and pouted at her miss as the [Immortal Object] prompt came up over the wall, her pick falling to the ground.
Kirito's eyes lit up with understanding as he saw what Argo had done, rubbing his chin with an excited look in his eye.
Shirou took his turn, levitating and launching the [Throwing Pick] all in one smooth motion.
The [Immortal Object] prompt came up over the painting again, and Argo glowered at him. He hadn't missed even once since they had figured out how to combine the [Telekinesis] with the [Throwing Skill].
"Why the first floor, anyway?" Kirito asked. "I mean, this is a pretty out-of-the-way place to hang out."
Shirou sighed. "Ilya got in a fight with Liz." He explained, and Argo and Kirito nodded seriously as if that explained everything. Honestly, it really did. Shirou shook his head slightly, gesturing to the nearly forgotten anvil and hammer off to the side. "This is the cheapest [Blacksmithing area] that can be rented, so I've been lying low here."
"Kya ha ha." Argo cut in, laughing. "Shirou can thank me for providing that intel!"
"Yes, yes." Shirou dryly replied. "Thanks for that, Argo-sama."
"That's nice." Kirito said, with the voice of someone who was dismissing it out of hand. Then he placed his hands on his hips and puffed up with a proud smile, saying, "you'll never guess what I found!"
Argo drew out a long hum that expressed her low expectations of whatever Kirito had found before she appropriately guessed. "Your most recent bed-and-breakfast place has a masseuse." She accented her words by launching another [Throwing Pick].
Kirito was prepared, and with a superior grin, flicked the pick he had in his right hand, hitting the [Bull's Eye] directly, before turning to address Argo. "I'll tell you for free: No." Kirito shot back. "Ah, but that does sounds cool, huh?" He sighed. "Man, I hope I can find a place like that someday."
"Hm." Shirou pursed his lips, before he also guessed. "Was it an NPC that sells really delicious food?" Since it was his turn, he absently gestured, launching his own dart. It would have been rude to look away, so he kept his attention on Kirito. He could see the target with his mind anyway, so he didn't need his eyes.
Kirito started at him, glancing over his shoulder in a double-take, before sighing in even deeper depression. "No, that's… no."
Argo raised an eyebrow, glancing from the target back to Shirou with an incredulous look. There was no need to check; Shirou had known it was a hit the instant the pick had fired. Argo turned to address Kirito. "Is it a place that sells [Cool Hats] for cheap?"
But Kirito shook his head, before looking up with a stern expression. "No. And I'm not going to let you guess anymore, because that turned out to be surprisingly depressing."