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It was too frakking hot for this.
That was Lee's first thought when he'd gotten to the pyramid court around mid-day. After ITF and patrols on Saturday mornings, Lee never really had much else to do, so if anything, it was a good way to fill the hours.
Even if he'd never actually been any good at pyramid.
He'd borrowed a makeshift ball from Sheppard earlier that morning, and ditched his shirt on the sidelines, before tossing the ball into the air a few times and settling into a crouch near the middle of court to size up his imaginary opponent.
Three steps and he turned on his heels, tossing the ball at the nearest wall before he cleanly caught it again. Two more steps, another rebound.
Lee was beginning to think that trying a goal wouldn't be such a bad idea and turned again, throwing the ball in the direction of what he thought was the nearest goal. Unfortunately, he'd misjudged, and instead, it went sailing between two of them.
Great.
"Uh, little help?" He asked, as the ball finally landed and rolled away, landing at someone's feet.
[Set to Saturday, mid-day. FYI, Lee has a bullet wound scar on the right side of his chest, for those who'd ask about that sort of thing.]
That was Lee's first thought when he'd gotten to the pyramid court around mid-day. After ITF and patrols on Saturday mornings, Lee never really had much else to do, so if anything, it was a good way to fill the hours.
Even if he'd never actually been any good at pyramid.
He'd borrowed a makeshift ball from Sheppard earlier that morning, and ditched his shirt on the sidelines, before tossing the ball into the air a few times and settling into a crouch near the middle of court to size up his imaginary opponent.
Three steps and he turned on his heels, tossing the ball at the nearest wall before he cleanly caught it again. Two more steps, another rebound.
Lee was beginning to think that trying a goal wouldn't be such a bad idea and turned again, throwing the ball in the direction of what he thought was the nearest goal. Unfortunately, he'd misjudged, and instead, it went sailing between two of them.
Great.
"Uh, little help?" He asked, as the ball finally landed and rolled away, landing at someone's feet.
[Set to Saturday, mid-day. FYI, Lee has a bullet wound scar on the right side of his chest, for those who'd ask about that sort of thing.]
