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[wutaiheart]

So there was an air hockey table in the compound

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[xiii_pullo]

Pullo watched Yuffie knock the disc back and forth across the table. His big hulking shape was hard to miss, and he was sure Yuffie'd seen him, just she was taking care to concentrate on...whatever she was doing.

He unsheathed the knife at his belt, and with one swift movement stabbed the offending disc. He brought his arm up, disc impaled. "Ha! Got it in one."

[wutaiheart]

"That's cheating," Yuffie informed him, with just a tad more patience than usual. Mostly because now she could have someone to play against her. "There's no stabbing in air hockey."

[xiii_pullo]

"Caught it, didn't I?" Pullo said, almost at a pout for being accused of cheating. He plucked the disc from his knife, turning it between his fingers.

[wutaiheart]

"Yeah, but do you win a race by bashing out the other person's knees?"

Well, she might. So it was probably a moot question, but what was the likelihood he'd know that?

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo gave that some thought. It didn't take long.

"Aye. Especially if no one's looking," he added with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"What is this, anyway? Some kind of modern game?"

[wutaiheart]

"It's called AIR HOCKEY," Yuffie informed him, as she couldn't argue with his position on strategy. "They have it in most of the advanced worlds. I believe in yours, it was primarily played by the ancient peoples of a land called Asia, where they bounced skulls between their large stone clubs."

[xiii_pullo]

"Air hockey," Pullo repeated, though more to try the words out himself, rather than shout it for all to hear.

"...Can we try that one? The one with the skulls?"