The shout she lets out is a little alarmed, but not entirely unamused. With a little grunt of effort, Milly rockets through the air to catch the frisbee, just managing to grasp it with the tips of her fingers. She almost fumbles it but manages not to drop it, laughing.
"Hey, you wanna play serious frisbee, you better watch out," she says, grinning, a taunting tone to her voice. She winds up to hurl the frisbee, arm poised. "I used to play softball -- yaahhh!" She throws the frisbee back in his direction, the disc turning to little more than a blur of color in the air.
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The shout she lets out is a little alarmed, but not entirely unamused. With a little grunt of effort, Milly rockets through the air to catch the frisbee, just managing to grasp it with the tips of her fingers. She almost fumbles it but manages not to drop it, laughing.
"Hey, you wanna play serious frisbee, you better watch out," she says, grinning, a taunting tone to her voice. She winds up to hurl the frisbee, arm poised. "I used to play softball -- yaahhh!" She throws the frisbee back in his direction, the disc turning to little more than a blur of color in the air.