[ help, cute... the resemblance is there - it makes rondo's emotions go !!, and he laughs, a little sheepishly, reaching up to sproing at one of his curls. do you think so.... is the energy, but - hey, there are much lamer animals to be compared to. he'll take a lion.
with that, though, rondo deposits a baseball in her hands. his hand lingers, briefly, as he gets a read on those emotions - that little undercurrent that remains, he wants to comfort it, reassure it. she's going to do great. just doing something simple like this makes the last of his own bad feelings about this carnival start to melt away. ]
Yes! I think the rules said you get three throws.
[ so three throws to knock out some ugly looking clown teeth. ] Alright. Ready? On the count of three, let's throw.
[ he settles in front of one of the terrible, ugly clown tooth things and winds up with the ball. ]
One... two.... three!
[ looks at my nine. his first throw goes wide - aimed too far off to one side, and it doinks off the clown's head and into another stand, somewhere. there's a clatter as something falls over. ] ... Oops.
[ rondo, in truth, is more of a puppy, but her eyes caught the wild hair first, and she thinks about it, and his heart certainly has that sort of bravery to it. a man can be an amalgam, she decides this and settles in beside him, getting ready. marina lines herself up for a couple of shots, turning the ball in her hand as she tries to fell out the distance and the force. she is just trying to keep her immense focus vibes to herself, but they might radiate off her a lil bit. ]
Three throws... got it.
[ rondo counts them down and she weighs and throws her first ball. looks at my 20.......... somehow she just straight up hits a clown tooth (her rolls then proceed to decline...) she actually looks shocked and the emotion is giddy "i can't believe i hit it" just aaaaaaa. ]
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with that, though, rondo deposits a baseball in her hands. his hand lingers, briefly, as he gets a read on those emotions - that little undercurrent that remains, he wants to comfort it, reassure it. she's going to do great. just doing something simple like this makes the last of his own bad feelings about this carnival start to melt away. ]
Yes! I think the rules said you get three throws.
[ so three throws to knock out some ugly looking clown teeth. ] Alright. Ready? On the count of three, let's throw.
[ he settles in front of one of the terrible, ugly clown tooth things and winds up with the ball. ]
One... two.... three!
[ looks at my nine. his first throw goes wide - aimed too far off to one side, and it doinks off the clown's head and into another stand, somewhere. there's a clatter as something falls over. ] ... Oops.
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Three throws... got it.
[ rondo counts them down and she weighs and throws her first ball. looks at my 20.......... somehow she just straight up hits a clown tooth (her rolls then proceed to decline...) she actually looks shocked and the emotion is giddy "i can't believe i hit it" just aaaaaaa. ]
Did you see that!?
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Marina! That was amazing, what a good throw! Definitely prize-worthy!!
[ SHE REALLY SAID FUCK THAT CLOWN that was so cool....! maybe she will be the one winning him a prize after all?! ]