[ He is a sixty year old man, more or less, his reflexes are not going to be of a teen. But they're pretty decent considering and while he doesn't quite catch it cleanly, he, at least, fumbles it away from his face. And it doesn't reach the ground.
He adjusts his grip so the ball sits a little more comfortably in his hands and shoots the culprit a look, that might have been a glare were it not for the smile on his face. ]
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He adjusts his grip so the ball sits a little more comfortably in his hands and shoots the culprit a look, that might have been a glare were it not for the smile on his face. ]
You bastard.