[ —at the sudden shout, Pyrrha whirls around on a heel. Her stance is perfect and precise, and when the volleyball careens through the air, calmly bringing it to a standstill is no problem. With the volleyball tucked safely in her arms, its momentum stopped, she looks around in bewilderment.
And then she spots Bokuto. ]
Pardon me! Is this yours?
[ Fortunately, she doesn’t sound mad. Far from it, in fact. ]
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And then she spots Bokuto. ]
Pardon me! Is this yours?
[ Fortunately, she doesn’t sound mad. Far from it, in fact. ]