Evander bounced the volley ball on his knee a few times, then caught it with his fist, bumping it up a few inches every half a second or so to keep it in the air. No one was actually at the volley ball court at the moment, but he had a hankering for playing a game. He didn’t play volley ball very often, because he was a little aggressive and didn’t want to hurt anyone. Last time he had played, he had broken someone’s nose spiking the ball. Still, he had a hankering to play. And who can argue with a hankering to play volley ball?
The son of Ares bounced the ball almost a foot higher than he had been, then caught the ball and put it under his arm. He needed to find someone to play with. Anyone. He would behave this time and not be really aggressive. Promise.
The son of Ares bounced the ball almost a foot higher than he had been, then caught the ball and put it under his arm. He needed to find someone to play with. Anyone. He would behave this time and not be really aggressive. Promise.