[on receiving that text after catching sight of a perfectly intact Nic, there's no more need to work up nerves. even if Nic couldn't hear it, he yelled; rounded the corner to face him, drew within ten feet, blackglass clutched on one side, volleyball tucked against the other.]
[the latter's thrown immediately at Nic's head. a soft object it may be, but for once, Hinata's aim was spectacular.]
[he'd feel a little bad after he noticed just how bad of shape the guy was in, but for now, it's all inelegance.]
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[the latter's thrown immediately at Nic's head. a soft object it may be, but for once, Hinata's aim was spectacular.]
[he'd feel a little bad after he noticed just how bad of shape the guy was in, but for now, it's all inelegance.]
You're stupider!