Someday My Prints Will Come

[man_nav_naudas]

WHO: Sindre und Raivis
WHAT: There's more than one way to throw a ball.
WHEN: 25th July, afternoon
WHERE: 'Gilbert's' park
RATING: B for Balls

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And off we go!

[talks_to_nisse]

"S-STOP! THIEF!"

Sindre jerked his head around at the shout. A small child was barreling toward him, a bag clutched in his hand. Glancing back, he saw a young man struggling through the crowded park, trying desperately to keep up with the boy.

Trying to sight where the kid would go, Sindre kept pace at the edge of the crowd where there was less people. Seeing a break in the crush of people, he darted in, grabbing the back of the kid's collar. And, like some bad movie slow-motion, the bag flew out of the kid's hands as Sindre jerked him back, conveniently falling toward the opened entry to a ball pit. He lunged, but the bag was just too far away. Shit.

Strengthening his grip on the kid's collar, he turned to the young man as he came running up.

"I'm sorry. I caught the kid, but your bag...I'll help you search the ball pit for it."

To infinity- and... you know the rest~ (Don't know why this deleted itself...)

[man_nav_naudas]

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"Lemme go! Don't talk about me like I'm not here you bastard!"

The boy wriggling in Sindre's grasp tried kicking his captor's shins, ignoring the panicked owner of his recent conquest while he sent scathing glowers to the one who held him.

Raivis inhaled sharply, fighting to catch his breath, stopped short alongside the stranger with wide eyes fixed on the crowded pit. "No, I-it's alright, I apologize for the inconvenience. He caught me off guard and I-" At last he glanced to Sindre, thinly veiled embarrassment joining the more obvious gratitude. "If you really wouldn't mind...I'm Raivis. Raivis G-"

Introductions unfortunately short lived as the shin kicking turned to writhing and they both moved too late to stop the boy maneuvering out of his shirt. The little hellion flashed a cheeky smirk, crowed a triumphant 'Ha!' then promptly vanished into the churning sea of brightly pigmented plastic.

Blood drained from Raivis's face. Murphy's law- the Big Bad Wolf- had struck again.

It couldn't handle the awesome?

[talks_to_nisse]

Without hesitating, Sindre lunged after the boy. Only to sink up to his thigh in plastic balls. Not his best planned move. Fortunately, the pit only had the one entrance, so the boy's plan was at least as flawed as his.

A glance back confirmed that the victim-Raivis?-was still at the entrance, so Sindre started wading in after the thief. "Kid, you don't have anywhere to go," he called, closing in. Only to be proven wrong as the boy began to climb the walls of the pit.

Moving as quickly as he could, Sindre managed to catch the boy about halfway up the netting. Grabbing the kid around the waist, he began pulling, trying to pry him loose. One particularly hard tug broke the thief's grasp, and the sudden release sent them both tumbling backwards. Struggling to keep his head above the mass of balls, Sindre was able to ascertain that the kid hadn't recovered the bag before he broke free again and made a break for the entrance.

Or the gratuitous attempts at Sindre's shin, possibly.

[man_nav_naudas]

Raivis lunged. Hadn't really planned to, he just abruptly found himself airborne, latching onto the heckling boy. And while there had been no malicious intent in the movement, he was terribly aware of a mountain of guilt bearing down on him as he sent both himself and the screaming child tumbling into the pit