[Kidou's left foot darts out to the side, neatly catching the ball on the inside curve. He gives a little shove just before transferring his weight, repeating the maneuver a few steps later with his right. With this tight precision he moves forward in a zigzag pattern, keeping every turn sharp and ensuring the ball never strays from easy reach at any second. He has no obstacles to dart around, but at this point he really doesn't need them. Something like this is second nature.
As he spins on his heel he notices Riku's entering his field of vision. This time, he doesn't keep going, but plants his foot firmly on the ball before it escapes. He means the pause to likely be temporary. But, as figure after figure follow him, Kidou ends up staring after them. A few look impossibly familiar. He can't take it anymore when what looks like Mickey Mouse appears. He hooks the ball under his foot, kicks it upwards into his hands, and starts heading across the field on a path that he figures will intersect them.
Here he waits, ball tucked under one arm. It's not long before Riku wanders closer, exactly as predicted.]
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As he spins on his heel he notices Riku's entering his field of vision. This time, he doesn't keep going, but plants his foot firmly on the ball before it escapes. He means the pause to likely be temporary. But, as figure after figure follow him, Kidou ends up staring after them. A few look impossibly familiar. He can't take it anymore when what looks like Mickey Mouse appears. He hooks the ball under his foot, kicks it upwards into his hands, and starts heading across the field on a path that he figures will intersect them.
Here he waits, ball tucked under one arm. It's not long before Riku wanders closer, exactly as predicted.]
That's quite the procession you have there.
[As mildly put as possible. What.]