24th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Well well well. A certain Scout had managed to make it through Mother's Day with nothing more than losing a toaster, but does that mean he's going to be nice on Father's Day? Probably not.

It was halfway through his workday when he realized what was going on, and it was right then and there that, if you were standing near him, you could *swear* you saw him grow little devil horns and a forked tail. Oh ho ho. Oh ho ho ho ho.

The problem is the women of this town are smarter than that, and he's having a hard time finding anyone to try this out on that's any fun; drones are so boring! But he's still looking, and ladies, he wants to know what you're thinking. Feel free to innocently approach/berate/be victimized/run away screaming from him!]

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[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

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[She nods, still looking curious]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He pops off into the garage, and returns with a ball and a glove for Ai. He tosses the glove and ball her way, and proceeds to bend and flex his own.]

Good, I need ta break this one in! Good choice, by tha way. This is pretty good.

Awright kiddo, let's see what yer made of! Gimme yer best throw!

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[And she's puts the glove on looking at it, and moving her fingers curiously. After a moment she picks up the ball and throws it.

It's a fairly decent throw for someeone who's new at this.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He catches it, grinning.] How 'bout that! Pretty good, kiddo. Keep practicin' an' ya'll be an expert in no time! But how good are ya at catchin'?

[He tosses it back at her, a little faster than he probably should.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[It goes in...and then falls out. Ai looks at it for a moment and then picks it up again.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Ya gotta grab it when it hits the glove. Otherwise that'll happen.

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Ai looks at the glove and practises closing it a few times. She then throws it back.]