[Part of him was wondering if goading Kageyama would work this time--after all, there's the train to factor in. When he gets the text a whole eight minutes and a half early, Shouyou lets out a little whoop and jumps off the bed, suddenly energized.
He runs down the stairs, two at a time because he can, and flings the door open.]
[About the time Hinata throws the door open, he gets there. Everything looks fine and normal except his... hair. It's still straight, but it's definitely disheveled, as if he both forgot to comb it out before leaving and ran halfway here.
Looking sour, though not angrily, he shifts the vending machine snacks in his arms and...
...slowly bows at the shoulders before he begins handing them out for Hinata to take. It's not a traditional house gift, but between peers, between dumb sports boys their age, it's fine. Snacks. Drinks.]
It's not much... but here's something for you, I guess.
[At first, it's just the hair, and it's fine, Shouyou can totally hold his laughter in when he sees the way some of the strands are sticking up.
But then, there's the snacks and Kageyama bowing of all things. Shouyou takes one look at the armful of goodies before he loses it. Practically wheezing, Shouyou leans against the doorframe because he's laughing too hard to stay upright.]
You brought gifts? I told you my parents aren't home. [He can't stop grinning.] Who are you trying to impress here?
Tobio's face grows increasingly more pinched, more sour, even if he doesn't lift up from the bow, and he's still offering out the goods.] Stop laughing, you dingbat!
I'm not an ogre! You're supposed to bring gifts when you go to someone else's house. [Too late. Tobio rights himself and then pelts Hinata with the candy and chip portion of the snacks.] You're the last person I'm trying to impress!
[The shift of emotions across Kageyama's face is actually incredible to watch, and it only makes Shouyou's grin grow.]
When there's family around, sure. It's just us here, Kageyama! Ow! [Shouyou's not fast enough to dodge the first couple of packets thrown his way, and they fall to the floor with sad thumps.] You can't throw things at your host! Now who's an ogre?
[Snack ammunition aside, Shouyou's still snickering as he starts tugging at Kageyama's arms, pulling him into the house, snacks and all.]
[It's all he can think to say as Hinata grabs up the dropped snacks. He isn't able to get anything else out before Hinata is yanking him inside; he's obliged to go or be forced to stumble.
It's when he's inside he realizes, again, he's standing in a peer's house. It's some kind of weird, intimate honor, and he doesn't know if he wants or likes it yet. Everything is... so personal. The way things are put in their places, chosen specifically for some reason or another, the smell, the closeness. This is what is telling about a person.
His shoes come off at the genkan, and then he steps up into the house fully, but waits for Hinata to lead.]
No way, it's definitely you. [There's a sing-songey, teasing quality to his voice as he replies, like he was expecting exactly that answer from Kageyama. (He was.)
It feels wrong, to see Kageyama looking almost hesitant while he lingers near the genkan, like he isn't sure he belongs here. Deciding to do something about it, Shouyou takes the opportunity to flick one of the bag of chips right onto Kageyama's head, messing up the hair further and probably crushing some of the chips inside--a necessary sacrifice to make Kageyama stop looking so weird.]
Come on, Kageyama! What are you waiting for? [Leaving the bag on the setter's head, Shouyou makes a beeline for the kitchen so he can set the snacks down.]
[Listen, Hinata. He’s a king on the court, but he’s merely a pawn in someone else’s house.] I’m coming. [The bag gets a grunt of protest, and he reaches up with his only free hand to snatch it off. He probably crushes some more chips in the process.
But he’s moving at least, beelining after Hinata for the kitchen, and when he gets there, he places the drinks and the bag on the counter. It’s... cute. It’s easy to tell there’s a mother and a little sister, and it’s easy to tell there’s Hinata. When he finds himself staring, he focuses and looks away. His hair is still a disaster.]] Don’t eat them all in one go, fatty.
Where did you want to practice? My stuff is in my bag.
[He puffs up immediately, letting himself be easily baited by Kageyama as usual.] Duh! We're sharing them later. [Like he would eat all of it!! He's not that terrible of a host and friend, okay.]
Oh yeah, there's a park near here! We can practice over there and then grab some bento from the store on the way back afterward. [He's already scrambling to get his own bag as he says all this.] Let's go!
Face twisting in exasperation, he watches Hinata almost slide up trying to rush off to get things together. Geez. He can't believe he's friends with this giant idiot much less over at the boy's house.
Unsure if he has permission to follow, he instead does the next best thing and plunders most of the way there, starting with the den. It's the best area to see embarrassing things about Hinata... like photos of him and his family. A baby boy with fat cheeks and red hair, a toddler grinning beside an equally as fat-cheeked baby with red hair and a bow. His sister, he's guessing.
Cute...
Hinata takes too long anyway, and Kageyama ends up down the hall toward the room making a bunch of noise. He shifts his own bag and leans on the doorframe with a shoulder, peering in the open door at Hinata.]
[From the doorway, Kageyama gets a clear vantage of his room, which is somewhat messy, to no one's surprise. It's only kept reluctantly clean because of his mom's nagging, though there's already a few things strewn around carelessly in her absence. There's a few sports magazines on the desk, and a picture of the Karasuno team pinned up on the wall beside the chair.]
I'm almost done, stupid! Geez, you're impatient. [Said the pot to the kettle, apparently forgetting how he'd barely given Kageyama any time to respond to his texts earlier.
Shouyou, being the mature teenager that he is, pauses in the middle of zipping his bag up and sticks his tongue out at Kageyama before grabbing a light sweater from the floor. And most importantly, the volleyball! Shouyou lobs the ball at Kageyama, grinning.] Ready!!
Hinata keeps digging around for things to stuff in the back, and Tobio's shoulders relax. He leans off the door and comes inside the room. Very Hinata. Remnants of mess. A teenage boy. But... the other things.
He stands in front of picture of the Karasuno team, peering up at it with a strangely soft expression on his face. Fly. Hinata really did care a lot about them. The team. His teammates. Even being a loser middle schooler with no formal training or even a volleyball team...
He misses the tongue. He absolutely misses the ball.
It smacks him in the shoulder and bounces into the side of his head, and he hunches. Slowly, he turns to look over his shoulder, offering Hinata a dark (playful) glare.]
[Ha! A snort of laughter escapes him. Even if hitting Kageyama's head with the ball during their first practice match had been one of the most terrifying experiences of his life, they're not on the court now.]
It's not my fault you weren't paying attention, Bakayama.
[Shouyou grabs his bag and dashes out of his room, still laughing.]
Don't forget to grab the ball!! [That should delay him and give Shouyou a head start!!]
The delay is inevitable. He has to pause in starting to scoop the ball up his arm into the crook of his elbow, but once that's over, the loud stomp of his feet can be heard barreling out of the room after Hinata.
He'll catch him at the door. The other brat is going to have to stop in the entrance to put on shoes, trapped between him and the door.]
[Who needs shoes!! Answer: Shouyou. As much as he'd love to just zoom right out the door and leave Kageyama in the dust, he has to pause and slip his shoes on, just like Kageyama predicted.
No matter how quickly he does this, it's enough time for Kageyama to catch up. OH WELL, this way they can actually race to the park. Careful to dodge any swipes at him, Shouyou darts in and snatches the ball from Kageyama's arms with a grin.]
Let's go, let's go! What's taking you so long?
[All this is said while bouncing impatiently on his toes, like there's no end to the energy he's practically exuding.]
[Tobio effectively skids across the floor at the hall before barreling down it toward the foyer where Hinata is standing. He lifts the ball like he's going to spike it right in Hinata's face, but it disappears out of his hands.
He stares, and then his face breaks out into a scowl.] You--!! [He has to pause to shove his feet inside his shoes.] You better start running--
[He pops the top of the ball and gets it out of Hinata's hands to the floor. And then he opens the door to fly out with his bag.] --or I'm going to leave you in the dust.
[Shouyou squawks indignantly as he chases after the ball when it goes rolling back down the hall.] Hey! That's my line.
[It takes a bit of time, and an extra burst of speed for Shouyou to catch up with Kageyama.] Bakayama!! You can't tell me to start running and then get a head start!
[He waits until they've reached the park (Kageyama won, of course) and they've slowed down before he makes his move. With a fierce war cry, Shouyou leaps and then tackles Kageyama to the ground from the back. Revenge!!]
[Tobio doesn't slow down. He races the fuck out of Hinata, but Hinata is also quite fast and spry, and so they are neck-and-neck the whole way, with Hinata leading them. All he has to do is stay attuned to Hinata's gravity, dragged along, going together.
He speeds up when he's certain about where the park is, overtaking Hinata in the last stretch, just barely.
Skidding to a stop, he slaps his thighs with his hands and struggles to catch his breath. NO. He start to quickly stand, but Hinata slams him from behind.] WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! [He doesn't have time to put a foot out. The two of them go right over into a huge heap of black and orange and gym clothes and bags and a ball.]
[Instead of looking winded from the fall like he should be, Shouyou just looks way too pleased with himself as he sits up. He drops his stuff carelessly off to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the volleyball rolling to a stop near a table.
And, because he apparently has a death wish, Shouyou reaches down and musses up Kageyama's hair with two hands, snickering when it sticks up oddly. Kageyama's hair always looks too neat, anyway, compared to his own bird's nest. What's up with that?]
That's what you get for giving yourself a head start!
Nng... [Hinata isn't extremely heavy, but heavy enough, nothing but bone and skinny muscle. Tobio lets out another grunt, and he tries to escape the hands coming down for his head.
To no avail.
He's surprised when Hinata does little more than ruffle his slick, straight hair into something disorderly. What's Hinata freaking laughing at, huh?
Tobio grabs both of Hinata's wrists to keep them from doing any more damage.] Cut it out, twerp! [He shoves one of Hinata's arms with his hand and quickly snatches his up to try to smooth out what he can before he has to go back to probably holding Hinata's wrist again.]
You've got three seconds to get off me, or you'll regret it.
[Shouyou makes a big show of considering it, with an exaggerating "HMMM", before grinning down at him again.]
What're you gonna do if I don't? Give me the creepy smile again?
[Threats from Kageyama aren't as effective as they used to be, when he's been getting used to them for the past seven or so months. Besides, anything that's remotely shaped like a challenge only makes him more difficult to deal with, as Kageyama should know by now.
Shouyou shakes Kageyama's hands off so he can reach down again, this time poking his index fingers to the corners of Kageyama's lips and pushing up into the approximation of a smile.] Oooh. Scary.
[At the questioning accusation, Tobio makes a peculiar face. He gets so much hell for his damn smile. He hates it, thanks! It's not like he can really control the fact he looks intimidating when he--
His hands drop, and Hinata reaches out. He's quick to reach back up, but all he can grab at this angle is Hinata's forearms near the elbow. Two fingers smash into each side of his mouth and then push. His lips peel back, his teeth bared in a smile that doesn't at all match the expression on the upper half of his face.
Confusion, irritation. His eyes darken.] You--! [His fingers grip Hinata's skin, and he jerks his knees up, shoving both of them into Hinata's butt. He bucks his hips to try to toss Hinata off-kilter over his head, but he rolls as he does it, attempts to turn the tables.] --little tangerine idiot!
[The two of them should probably be a little more worried about the disapproval they'd get for rolling around in the grass and squabbling like kids. But there's no one around right now, and Daichi isn't here to stare at them in the terrifying way he does, so Shouyou pays no attention to anything else.
The wind gets knocked out of him as he lands on the ground--seriously, rude--and he just lies there for a moment, but only a moment.]
Stupid Kageyama. [Rather than jumping back onto Kageyama and latching on like the jerk deserves, Shouyou rolls onto his stomach, plucks a handful of grass from the ground beside him, and then sprinkles it all onto Kageyama's head, where they mix in with the soft, black strands.] You ready to practice or what?
Disgruntled, Tobio quickly reaches up to scrub the grass out of his hair despite missing one or two blades that get stuck between.] I said cut it out, dumbass. What's your problem?
[He grabs Hinata's wrists again, folding the arms down and pinning them on the ground.] You're the one wasting time. You'll always have shitty tosses if keep rolling on the ground and throwing grass on someone else. [One hand comes up and instead latches onto Hinata's entire head. He gently but vigorously shakes it back and forth.]
Sounds like not much is there anyway.
[And then he lets go so he can climb back to his feet. Only--he's a soft fool, and he extends his hand out to offer Hinata help up.]
It doesn't count when you're the one I'm doing all that with anyway!
[Just...go with it, Kageyama. That made a lot more sense in his head. Surprisingly, Shouyou doesn't even dodge when Kageyama grabs at his head. Though he's at least aware enough not to point out that Kageyama's wasting just as much time by doing this as he was before.]
Your grades are just as bad as mine, stupid. [Shouyou sticks his tongue out at Kageyama again, but he takes the hand that's offered with half-hearted grumbling.
Once he's back on his feet again, though, his whole attitude changes. Shouyou gives a little hop of excitement, pumping both fists in the air, before darting off to retrieve the ball.] Let's practice!
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what a loser
He runs down the stairs, two at a time because he can, and flings the door open.]
You're here!
listen you
Looking sour, though not angrily, he shifts the vending machine snacks in his arms and...
...slowly bows at the shoulders before he begins handing them out for Hinata to take. It's not a traditional house gift, but between peers, between dumb sports boys their age, it's fine. Snacks. Drinks.]
It's not much... but here's something for you, I guess.
:B
But then, there's the snacks and Kageyama bowing of all things. Shouyou takes one look at the armful of goodies before he loses it. Practically wheezing, Shouyou leans against the doorframe because he's laughing too hard to stay upright.]
You brought gifts? I told you my parents aren't home. [He can't stop grinning.] Who are you trying to impress here?
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Tobio's face grows increasingly more pinched, more sour, even if he doesn't lift up from the bow, and he's still offering out the goods.] Stop laughing, you dingbat!
I'm not an ogre! You're supposed to bring gifts when you go to someone else's house. [Too late. Tobio rights himself and then pelts Hinata with the candy and chip portion of the snacks.] You're the last person I'm trying to impress!
It's called manners!
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When there's family around, sure. It's just us here, Kageyama! Ow! [Shouyou's not fast enough to dodge the first couple of packets thrown his way, and they fall to the floor with sad thumps.] You can't throw things at your host! Now who's an ogre?
[Snack ammunition aside, Shouyou's still snickering as he starts tugging at Kageyama's arms, pulling him into the house, snacks and all.]
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[It's all he can think to say as Hinata grabs up the dropped snacks. He isn't able to get anything else out before Hinata is yanking him inside; he's obliged to go or be forced to stumble.
It's when he's inside he realizes, again, he's standing in a peer's house. It's some kind of weird, intimate honor, and he doesn't know if he wants or likes it yet. Everything is... so personal. The way things are put in their places, chosen specifically for some reason or another, the smell, the closeness. This is what is telling about a person.
His shoes come off at the genkan, and then he steps up into the house fully, but waits for Hinata to lead.]
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It feels wrong, to see Kageyama looking almost hesitant while he lingers near the genkan, like he isn't sure he belongs here. Deciding to do something about it, Shouyou takes the opportunity to flick one of the bag of chips right onto Kageyama's head, messing up the hair further and probably crushing some of the chips inside--a necessary sacrifice to make Kageyama stop looking so weird.]
Come on, Kageyama! What are you waiting for? [Leaving the bag on the setter's head, Shouyou makes a beeline for the kitchen so he can set the snacks down.]
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But he’s moving at least, beelining after Hinata for the kitchen, and when he gets there, he places the drinks and the bag on the counter. It’s... cute. It’s easy to tell there’s a mother and a little sister, and it’s easy to tell there’s Hinata. When he finds himself staring, he focuses and looks away. His hair is still a disaster.]] Don’t eat them all in one go, fatty.
Where did you want to practice? My stuff is in my bag.
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Oh yeah, there's a park near here! We can practice over there and then grab some bento from the store on the way back afterward. [He's already scrambling to get his own bag as he says all this.] Let's go!
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Face twisting in exasperation, he watches Hinata almost slide up trying to rush off to get things together. Geez. He can't believe he's friends with this giant idiot much less over at the boy's house.
Unsure if he has permission to follow, he instead does the next best thing and plunders most of the way there, starting with the den. It's the best area to see embarrassing things about Hinata... like photos of him and his family. A baby boy with fat cheeks and red hair, a toddler grinning beside an equally as fat-cheeked baby with red hair and a bow. His sister, he's guessing.
Cute...
Hinata takes too long anyway, and Kageyama ends up down the hall toward the room making a bunch of noise. He shifts his own bag and leans on the doorframe with a shoulder, peering in the open door at Hinata.]
Now who's the slowpoke?
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I'm almost done, stupid! Geez, you're impatient. [Said the pot to the kettle, apparently forgetting how he'd barely given Kageyama any time to respond to his texts earlier.
Shouyou, being the mature teenager that he is, pauses in the middle of zipping his bag up and sticks his tongue out at Kageyama before grabbing a light sweater from the floor. And most importantly, the volleyball! Shouyou lobs the ball at Kageyama, grinning.] Ready!!
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Hinata keeps digging around for things to stuff in the back, and Tobio's shoulders relax. He leans off the door and comes inside the room. Very Hinata. Remnants of mess. A teenage boy. But... the other things.
He stands in front of picture of the Karasuno team, peering up at it with a strangely soft expression on his face. Fly. Hinata really did care a lot about them. The team. His teammates. Even being a loser middle schooler with no formal training or even a volleyball team...
He misses the tongue. He absolutely misses the ball.
It smacks him in the shoulder and bounces into the side of his head, and he hunches. Slowly, he turns to look over his shoulder, offering Hinata a dark (playful) glare.]
You little--AIRHEAD!
[He's getting ready to chase.]
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It's not my fault you weren't paying attention, Bakayama.
[Shouyou grabs his bag and dashes out of his room, still laughing.]
Don't forget to grab the ball!! [That should delay him and give Shouyou a head start!!]
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[Tobio hates this little Fanta squirt!!
The delay is inevitable. He has to pause in starting to scoop the ball up his arm into the crook of his elbow, but once that's over, the loud stomp of his feet can be heard barreling out of the room after Hinata.
He'll catch him at the door. The other brat is going to have to stop in the entrance to put on shoes, trapped between him and the door.]
fanta squirt...
No matter how quickly he does this, it's enough time for Kageyama to catch up. OH WELL, this way they can actually race to the park. Careful to dodge any swipes at him, Shouyou darts in and snatches the ball from Kageyama's arms with a grin.]
Let's go, let's go! What's taking you so long?
[All this is said while bouncing impatiently on his toes, like there's no end to the energy he's practically exuding.]
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He stares, and then his face breaks out into a scowl.] You--!! [He has to pause to shove his feet inside his shoes.] You better start running--
[He pops the top of the ball and gets it out of Hinata's hands to the floor. And then he opens the door to fly out with his bag.] --or I'm going to leave you in the dust.
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[It takes a bit of time, and an extra burst of speed for Shouyou to catch up with Kageyama.] Bakayama!! You can't tell me to start running and then get a head start!
[He waits until they've reached the park (Kageyama won, of course) and they've slowed down before he makes his move. With a fierce war cry, Shouyou leaps and then tackles Kageyama to the ground from the back. Revenge!!]
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He speeds up when he's certain about where the park is, overtaking Hinata in the last stretch, just barely.
Skidding to a stop, he slaps his thighs with his hands and struggles to catch his breath. NO. He start to quickly stand, but Hinata slams him from behind.] WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! [He doesn't have time to put a foot out. The two of them go right over into a huge heap of black and orange and gym clothes and bags and a ball.]
Get offa me, dumbass!
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[Instead of looking winded from the fall like he should be, Shouyou just looks way too pleased with himself as he sits up. He drops his stuff carelessly off to the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see the volleyball rolling to a stop near a table.
And, because he apparently has a death wish, Shouyou reaches down and musses up Kageyama's hair with two hands, snickering when it sticks up oddly. Kageyama's hair always looks too neat, anyway, compared to his own bird's nest. What's up with that?]
That's what you get for giving yourself a head start!
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To no avail.
He's surprised when Hinata does little more than ruffle his slick, straight hair into something disorderly. What's Hinata freaking laughing at, huh?
Tobio grabs both of Hinata's wrists to keep them from doing any more damage.] Cut it out, twerp! [He shoves one of Hinata's arms with his hand and quickly snatches his up to try to smooth out what he can before he has to go back to probably holding Hinata's wrist again.]
You've got three seconds to get off me, or you'll regret it.
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What're you gonna do if I don't? Give me the creepy smile again?
[Threats from Kageyama aren't as effective as they used to be, when he's been getting used to them for the past seven or so months. Besides, anything that's remotely shaped like a challenge only makes him more difficult to deal with, as Kageyama should know by now.
Shouyou shakes Kageyama's hands off so he can reach down again, this time poking his index fingers to the corners of Kageyama's lips and pushing up into the approximation of a smile.] Oooh. Scary.
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His hands drop, and Hinata reaches out. He's quick to reach back up, but all he can grab at this angle is Hinata's forearms near the elbow. Two fingers smash into each side of his mouth and then push. His lips peel back, his teeth bared in a smile that doesn't at all match the expression on the upper half of his face.
Confusion, irritation. His eyes darken.] You--! [His fingers grip Hinata's skin, and he jerks his knees up, shoving both of them into Hinata's butt. He bucks his hips to try to toss Hinata off-kilter over his head, but he rolls as he does it, attempts to turn the tables.] --little tangerine idiot!
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The wind gets knocked out of him as he lands on the ground--seriously, rude--and he just lies there for a moment, but only a moment.]
Stupid Kageyama. [Rather than jumping back onto Kageyama and latching on like the jerk deserves, Shouyou rolls onto his stomach, plucks a handful of grass from the ground beside him, and then sprinkles it all onto Kageyama's head, where they mix in with the soft, black strands.] You ready to practice or what?
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Disgruntled, Tobio quickly reaches up to scrub the grass out of his hair despite missing one or two blades that get stuck between.] I said cut it out, dumbass. What's your problem?
[He grabs Hinata's wrists again, folding the arms down and pinning them on the ground.] You're the one wasting time. You'll always have shitty tosses if keep rolling on the ground and throwing grass on someone else. [One hand comes up and instead latches onto Hinata's entire head. He gently but vigorously shakes it back and forth.]
Sounds like not much is there anyway.
[And then he lets go so he can climb back to his feet. Only--he's a soft fool, and he extends his hand out to offer Hinata help up.]
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[Just...go with it, Kageyama. That made a lot more sense in his head. Surprisingly, Shouyou doesn't even dodge when Kageyama grabs at his head. Though he's at least aware enough not to point out that Kageyama's wasting just as much time by doing this as he was before.]
Your grades are just as bad as mine, stupid. [Shouyou sticks his tongue out at Kageyama again, but he takes the hand that's offered with half-hearted grumbling.
Once he's back on his feet again, though, his whole attitude changes. Shouyou gives a little hop of excitement, pumping both fists in the air, before darting off to retrieve the ball.] Let's practice!
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do your other tags kami you slacker
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