( she favors him with a look that distinctly challenges only because you don't have one in the same breath it promises that kicking out isn't off the table. but ultimately just shrugs, nods along, takes up her position on one edge of the table and picks up the glaringly white disk to see how it fits in her hand.

the other hand is hovering over the table, weirdly fascinated by the puffs of air buffeting upwards. )

So it's just weird, flat, one-on-one soccer? That was one of the only games we played on the Ark, you are absolutely about to get your butt kicked.