#gently laughs

     a deflated ball. she wasn’t expecting this any more than he was ------ and so they both stand there in shock, a strange silence between them. the volleyball had come hurtling in nicola’s direction, completely unbeknownst to her, and in her oblivious state with a lack of warning, it had promptly skewered itself on one of her horns. what does she even say? she’s embarrassed. lifting the ball away, a hiss of the residual air seeps out and the material is limp in her hands as she holds it out to the male.  “ erm ... sorry about your ball? “