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[deadlyblue]

[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.]

[quicksome]

[ 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. ]

Get ready to see how a star actually plays.