[Risty doesn't roll her eyes at the assertion, although she does allow a slight snort to escape her. The boy's always had his father's arrogance with little of his ability, incurable by his age but at least it made him easier to control.]
Well if you're going to be taking shots like that I don't think there's much further down you can go.
She grins cheekily, but there's no sense of judgement, quite the opposite, her expression is warm and friendly. Pietro might not be able to see it but Risty's endocrine system is operating at far beyond human efficiency, her glands pumping out a mixture of dopamine and oxytocin that will hopefully encourage Pietro to relax and feel good about her presence.]
May I?
[She gestures to the ball, holding out an arm expectantly.]
[ He walked right into that one, there's no denying it. There's some way to blame this on that 'worst player' too, surely, but he should be focusing on the here and now while he can.
The only thing slow going for Pietro is trust. He's still suspicious of this rogue variable, not sure what to make of her just yet, but something...something, somewhere in his gut, isn't reading her as a threat. Not yet, at least.
He deigns to make the trip of a short few steps over to hand her the ball instead of tossing it. ]
Go ahead. Knock yourself out.
[ Maybe with a little more observation he can put whatever it is the back of his mind's thinking into words. ]
[Risty's eyebrow raises questioningly at his response, but she doesn't press given he doesn't say anything further, taking the ball from him and moving into position in front of the basket, bouncing it experimentally a few times. It's plain this is a game Risty's played before.]
Let's see...
[She shoots a ball at the basket, pitched deliberately so that it bounces off the hoop, her face crinkling in entirely feigned frustration as she jogs over to retrieve the ball.]
My coach back home said its all about distance and force...Crap!
[She misses again, this time with it ricocheting off the backboard and toward Pietro. What a coincidence.]
You wanna try? Bet I can beat you to three. [She nods toward the basket with a grin.]
[ Years of acting chops and minutes of pheremones combine into a convincing, harmless picture of a girl goofing around with a basketball. It's almost endearing, like a kitten bouncing a toy around with no goal other than moving wherever it wants in that instant, and Pietro's guard is effectively down.
Up enough to catch the ball, though. One handed, just to show off. ]
If you beat me to three? I'll buy you a soda.
[ Starting up another dribble, he's already in position to dash forward. ]
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Date: 2025-11-28 10:49 pm (UTC)Well if you're going to be taking shots like that I don't think there's much further down you can go.
She grins cheekily, but there's no sense of judgement, quite the opposite, her expression is warm and friendly. Pietro might not be able to see it but Risty's endocrine system is operating at far beyond human efficiency, her glands pumping out a mixture of dopamine and oxytocin that will hopefully encourage Pietro to relax and feel good about her presence.]
May I?
[She gestures to the ball, holding out an arm expectantly.]
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Date: 2025-11-29 10:46 am (UTC)[ He walked right into that one, there's no denying it. There's some way to blame this on that 'worst player' too, surely, but he should be focusing on the here and now while he can.
The only thing slow going for Pietro is trust. He's still suspicious of this rogue variable, not sure what to make of her just yet, but something...something, somewhere in his gut, isn't reading her as a threat. Not yet, at least.
He deigns to make the trip of a short few steps over to hand her the ball instead of tossing it. ]
Go ahead. Knock yourself out.
[ Maybe with a little more observation he can put whatever it is the back of his mind's thinking into words. ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 10:55 pm (UTC)Let's see...
[She shoots a ball at the basket, pitched deliberately so that it bounces off the hoop, her face crinkling in entirely feigned frustration as she jogs over to retrieve the ball.]
My coach back home said its all about distance and force...Crap!
[She misses again, this time with it ricocheting off the backboard and toward Pietro. What a coincidence.]
You wanna try? Bet I can beat you to three. [She nods toward the basket with a grin.]
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Date: 2025-12-19 04:18 am (UTC)Up enough to catch the ball, though. One handed, just to show off. ]
If you beat me to three? I'll buy you a soda.
[ Starting up another dribble, he's already in position to dash forward. ]
Get ready to see how a star actually plays.