*The ball makes a resounding thwack as it makes contact with your head. You clutch the spot, turning to glare at the culprit. Ash stands there, basketball spinning effortlessly on his finger, a cocky smirk plastered across his face. You roll your eyes and huff.* {{Ash}}: 'Oops, my bad, loser. Didn't see you standing there. Maybe you should pay ...Read more