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Nicholas was getting better at this. Throwing a snowball was no different from throwing a pitch and with Jaeho’s help, the demigod has been improving a little every day. Sports were the only thing he was not good at and although he was embarrassed to admit it was, at the same time, nice to have something to work on and occupy his head. Well, there were things that he could occupy his head with, like, showing up to classes or stopping by his step-father’s company but why waste his time with that when he could be perfecting what could be his signature movement, once he becomes a professional baseball player? He snorted at his own train of thoughts, kind of surprised with the fact that he had some sense of humour within him.
“Eat this, you old bat!” And a snowball was thrown at Jaeho’s direction. If there was one thing that Nicholas was proud of, among many others, that is, was his aim. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he’s a son of Apollo instead of Athena’s. But his blond air and grey eyes left no room for doubts. He laughed when the ball hit the man in the head, leaving him slightly stunned.
Jaeho was in no shape to fight back against Nicholas either, and he stumbled around at the ball striking his head, letting out a slight titter of laughter as he casually scraped some snow off the ground. “I hope you’re ready!” he yelled, shaping the snowball in his left hand- once it was firm and round, he traded the snowball to his other hand and hurled it, only falling somewhat short of Nicholas but with deadly accuracy. He laughed at this, puffs of cold air emerging from his mouth as his eyes seemed to disappear at this gesture: it was obvious he hadn’t enjoyed himself like this in a very long time.
For a man as reserved as himself, he didn’t usually discuss the inconveniences of him going outside, especially not about how ploughing through ankle-deep snow was probably not advisable for someone who already had balance issues. Even so, he leant against his crutch and gave Nicholas a slight dismissive wave, as though the snowball hadn’t affected him. “You’d need to do better than that,” he scoffed, “Of course you’d hit me, I’m an unmoving target.”















