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Ben is so bad
John shrugs, "Sure, it couldn't hurt. Are you going to go for the last pin?"
Ben, resilient as ever, replies cheekily, "Your business isn't the only thing I'd like to pry into. Nice shot, by the way." He picks the pins up, then prepares to take his turn. "Have you chosen all of your classes yet?" he asks.
Ben, resilient as ever, replies cheekily, "Your business isn't the only thing I'd like to pry into. Nice shot, by the way." He picks the pins up, then prepares to take his turn. "Have you chosen all of your classes yet?" he asks.
Ask Katherine. She's in charge of this gym today.
Ben sighs, "I'm sorry, it isn't my business." He stands to the side to allow her to bowl. "Why the hell do I care? It's not like she's my girlfriend, she's just someone I someone I just met."
John sets the pins back up quickly, then gives Devika a high five as he passes her. "Nice!" he says with a smile. He picks up a bowling ball, takes a deep breath, then sends the ball hurtling towards the pins. He knocks down all the pins except the 4,6, and 7 pins.
Ben lowers his gaze and shakes his head vigorously as he replies, "No! No, I'm not jealous..." He looks back up at Kalinda, trying to figure out it she was lying about the slap. After a moment, he asks, "He didn't just try, did he?"
Anthony's eyes return to brown as he answers, "Since I got a strike, it's your turn now. There are a total of ten frames, so we each go nine more times." He then signs, "Is this your first time bowling?"
Anthony's eyes return to brown as he answers, "Since I got a strike, it's your turn now. There are a total of ten frames, so we each go nine more times." He then signs, "Is this your first time bowling?"
Ben shrugs, and although the smile remains on his face, the joy starts to slip away, replaced by a green-eyed monster. "I'm just a curious fellow, I suppose."
Ben shakes his head slightly as he replies with a slightly smaller smile, "Just because we aren't complex, doesn't mean we're primitive." Ben passes Kalinda while taking his position behind the pins and asks, "Are you saying someone tried to kiss you?"
John nods, "Go right ahead. I've never been very good at bowling, it's sort of like dodgeball for me. I have plenty of power, but not very much accuracy when throwing things."
John nods, "Go right ahead. I've never been very good at bowling, it's sort of like dodgeball for me. I have plenty of power, but not very much accuracy when throwing things."
Ben throws the bowling ball, knocking down the remaining five pins. He beams with pride for a moment before hearing Kalinda's comment. He makes a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh as he asks, "What is that supposed to mean? For the most part, we're not very complex."
As Sue climbs him like some sort of marsupial, Anthony can't help but laugh. "Well done," he says, "I shouldn't have doubted you." After she had gone to the end of the lane, he picks up a bowling ball and stands motionless for thirty seconds. He closes his eyes, focusing on the vibrations that traveled along the floor, through his shoes, and into his feet. When he opens his eyes again, they're slightly grey. He begins walking toward the boundary line, his arm moving backward then forward like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. As Anthony approaches the line, his calculating mind subconsciously adjusts his pace, arm speed, and wrist position to give him the best possible chance of succeeding. He lets go of the ball, watching in silence as the ball travels down the lane, knocking down the ten pins with a resounding crash.
As Sue climbs him like some sort of marsupial, Anthony can't help but laugh. "Well done," he says, "I shouldn't have doubted you." After she had gone to the end of the lane, he picks up a bowling ball and stands motionless for thirty seconds. He closes his eyes, focusing on the vibrations that traveled along the floor, through his shoes, and into his feet. When he opens his eyes again, they're slightly grey. He begins walking toward the boundary line, his arm moving backward then forward like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. As Anthony approaches the line, his calculating mind subconsciously adjusts his pace, arm speed, and wrist position to give him the best possible chance of succeeding. He lets go of the ball, watching in silence as the ball travels down the lane, knocking down the ten pins with a resounding crash.
Good.
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