[ He's reaching for his second ball when she comes over- and sort of just, steals it right out from under him. He's not sure what to make of that, at first. Bristling up and scowling at her, before reaching over to snatch the ball right out of the air in front of her as she tossed it. ]
What the hell do you think you're doing? [ The demand in his voice was clear, the snarl on the tail end of his words as he sneered at her, tightening his grip on the ball he had stolen back. ]
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What the hell do you think you're doing? [ The demand in his voice was clear, the snarl on the tail end of his words as he sneered at her, tightening his grip on the ball he had stolen back. ]