Not having to play games with distractions like wind gusts or the smell of great food made this baseball game a little easier compared to the last. Well, sort of -- no matter what was going on, it was hard for Devon to find any faults when he was having fun playing a sport he loved. It helped that his team won, for once. Sure, winning wasn't
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Now the game was over.
So what was next?
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"What was what when?"
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"That was not cool," he went on in his normal voice. "Mock me if you want, whatever, just don't bring my family into it."
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It would admittedly be nice if his team could manage not to fight among themselves as well, but dream knows that was asking for too much. At least this time no-one was shouting at him. Yet, anyway.
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Winning was nice, though -- if unsurprising, given their lineup -- and as he ambled towards the equipment bags to put away a stray ball, he half-whistled, half-hummed "Take Me Out to the Ball Game", all the while keeping a wary eye out on the rest of the team. Baseball itself carried few memories, but superheroes were statistically unable to work together without a fight breaking out, and with so many different allegiances represented, it was only a matter of waiting until it was really just like old times, and someone got a punch to the face.
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"Ye played well out there," she says, resting a hand on his shoulder as she approaches, a crooked grin on her face. "Gonna stick around for a while?"
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