well, with no other option in the moment, lance skids to a complete stop, stooping straight down and ducking his head beneath his hands, for some reason 100% trusting that jj is actually a good shot........ ]
Even though JJ's never played baseball outside of that one time in high school, and he has nothing to testify that he has any hand-eye coordination skills whatsoever. (Except for that one time he deluded himself into thinking he could be a hockey player.)
It's only because the goose(?) is so large that his snowball clips its feet, and he doesn't do any damage at all, but apparently that's enough to hurt its feelings or whatever because it lets out a wounded garble before flying off to namedrop them on wankgate probably.
Anyway, JJ just jogs the short distance over to Lance, high from the relief of their triumphant escape. ]
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I thought it was more like a goose—?!
[ —oh. ohh, that's what he means.
well, with no other option in the moment, lance skids to a complete stop, stooping straight down and ducking his head beneath his hands, for some reason 100% trusting that jj is actually a good shot........ ]
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Even though JJ's never played baseball outside of that one time in high school, and he has nothing to testify that he has any hand-eye coordination skills whatsoever. (Except for that one time he deluded himself into thinking he could be a hockey player.)
It's only because the goose(?) is so large that his snowball clips its feet, and he doesn't do any damage at all, but apparently that's enough to hurt its feelings or whatever because it lets out a wounded garble before flying off to namedrop them on wankgate probably.
Anyway, JJ just jogs the short distance over to Lance, high from the relief of their triumphant escape. ]
Are you okay?!
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finding the skies pretty clear, he lets out a loud sigh of relief before finally turning to jj. he straightens up, a hand falling over his heart. ]
Just peachy. [ his smile is mildly strained, but genuine. he flashes the other boy a thumbs up. ] Nice throw.
[ he hadn't seen it. but considering the skies are sans mother goose, he'll go ahead and assume it did what it needed to do. ]