> >"So, what has you wanting to wear me out?" he asks as he > fits the last piece > >in place and tosses her the ball. He stretches for a second or two, nothing like he should if he were really playing hard. He's like his player, never really stretches out, always warms up in play, and never really hurts himself either. > She waits for him to be in position before keying the disks > to game live > and preps to serve. She takes the serve before starting to > talk, she isn't > going for a killer serve, just average, testing the waters. He returns the serve slowly, then stretches a little more while the ball travels towards Mira's position. > "Our good cousin Shawn overheard me singing down in 'ponics > like I always > do in the morning. Safely behind closed doors, or so I > thought. I enjoy > singing along, but that doesn't make me Galina Zorn. He's > been bugging me > about it ever since. Then I was down talking to Arvitis and > we talked about > those recordings we listened to and he started to say > something but cut > himself off and when I probed I figured out from what he said > that he'd > heard me too and I'm still trying to figure out how Shawn > managed *that*!" Woof answers absent-mindedly, "Security system. That's what I did, and what I'd do if I wanted to listen in on you."He hits the ball back towards her, moving to the next anticipated place the ball should be. He's just playing, warming up. It's been at least a month since he's played, so the calibrations are probably off a bit. But, he's doing the simple volleying that is normal when just warming up. He's not distracted by the woman. "Galina Zorn... I've heard her music. I like it. Sort of." Woof
