[Blade did not come here expecting a whole party so he's been trying to sneak away as quietly as possible, a crablike robot tucked under his arm and a gaming controller in his hand. Unfortunately, he feels someone's eyes on him and glances over his shoulder only to see that annoying bird girl from before.
He is not dressed for volleyball. Man's wearing black in the fucking sun and Doc Martens. Please.
He looks at the volleyball. Looks at her. There is... a slight draw of his lips downward, like a scowl he won't commit to.
And then he starts walking faster. Long leg privilege let's go.]
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He is not dressed for volleyball. Man's wearing black in the fucking sun and Doc Martens. Please.
He looks at the volleyball. Looks at her. There is... a slight draw of his lips downward, like a scowl he won't commit to.
And then he starts walking faster. Long leg privilege let's go.]