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[phaseflex]

[she can't help but burst out laughing at his use of the thwip, covering her face with a hand.]

Peter! Ah, no, I understand! I never liked the public transport part of it either. Especially when people wised up and stopped doing their crime near fast travel stations! I was tracking across half the planet, once. Idiots slipped down some stairs in the end, I didn't even get him myself.

[there's a short pause as she looks around, then ends up focusing on the empty table next to them. her tattoos glow as she focuses and...

a fist bursts out the ground and sends the chair flying up into the air. delicate things are not her speciality.]

...Ah.

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[quipsandthwips]

... You ever consider a professional career in baseball?

[phaseflex]

[amara drops her head into her hands as the chair clatters down onto the floor. someone behind the counter complains loudly about sleepers and demands she pays for it.]

...I don't get that one.

[quipsandthwips]

[Peter distinctly ignores the townsperson. As one should, in 99% of situations.]

... We're gonna have to introduce you to it.

How do you feel about hitting balls with big sticks?

[phaseflex]

[she briefly and fondly thinks back to both ellie and mad moxxi asking her to shoot a pain in the ass bandit in the dick for them, both on different occasions. like mother like daughter.]

Yours or someone else's?

[she walked right into that and she doesn't even care.]

I wouldn't mind it. I haven't had a chance to play some proper sportsball in a while.

[quipsandthwips]

[................... He closes his legs protectively under the table.]

That settles it! We should absolutely play some baseball.

...

With a literal baseball. Made out of cork and yarn and cowhide.

We'll need a team. A b-ball crew.

[Yeah, okay, people use that term for basketball hE DOESN'T CARE.]

[phaseflex]

[it's okay, peter. you're still a bad bitch in her eyes. you and all your lame words you say.]

What about your boyfriend? I haven't got to meet him yet.

[quipsandthwips]

Who, Wade? That boyfriend?

[hardy har harrrr, he's a hoot]

I think he'd have a blast. He's always got a lot of pent-up chaotic energy to get out.

[phaseflex]

If you have a load of others, I want to meet them too.

[hilarious. JUST HILARIOUS.]

It's a date, then. [a beat.] Wait, how many people do we need for b-ball again?

[EARTH STUFF HARD]

[quipsandthwips]

Oh, I have so many girlfriends and boyfriends.

And only two arms to hug them all with!

[He waggles his hands, like the big doofus he is.]

... I'm pretty sure you need nine people a team.

[phaseflex]

Here I am with eight arms and only one ex-husband.

[nine people, huh? so they need eight more each?]

...I don't think I even know eight other people here yet. At least, ones capable of playing.