[he's just about to make a crack about the one that flew over the cuckoo's nest, when all of a sudden, the ball is flying back the way it came from-- a quick glance shows that at that particular trajectory, it's going to sail right over the roof.
there's something inherent for tennis players about chasing after green and fuzzy objects that are moving at very high speeds, and Fuji really is no different. it takes him three seconds to all but skid across the roof, doing an impressive impression of snowboarding while reaching out to balance himself with his other leg. reaching out with a racket, he smoothly maneuvers the ball so that it falls with the movement of his arm, before coming to rest on the face of his racket quietly.
a pause, and then, a grin-- tossing the ball in Rise's direction, he makes his way to the edge of the roof to peer down owlishly.]
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there's something inherent for tennis players about chasing after green and fuzzy objects that are moving at very high speeds, and Fuji really is no different. it takes him three seconds to all but skid across the roof, doing an impressive impression of snowboarding while reaching out to balance himself with his other leg. reaching out with a racket, he smoothly maneuvers the ball so that it falls with the movement of his arm, before coming to rest on the face of his racket quietly.
a pause, and then, a grin-- tossing the ball in Rise's direction, he makes his way to the edge of the roof to peer down owlishly.]
Just a little drive-by tennis, is it now?