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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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[cultfavorite]

I won't pick poker! It wouldn't actually be fun to crush you entirely, unless I truly earned it.

[fujimaru]

Well, it can't be volleyball either, then, because I'd kick your ass.

[ It's been years since she's played, but she competed! She's confident in her athletic ability! ]

[cultfavorite]

I'd get Toxicroak to play on my behalf. That's the only way I'd stand a chance.

[He finally goes to take a shot, which he misses this time, but at least he sets up a decent shot for next time.]

[fujimaru]

No using a substitute if you actually want me to do any challenges from you. That's only fair.

[ Why does this vaguely sound like Truth or Dare? She's not even sure how that'd work.

For now, she moves to take her shot. ]

[cultfavorite]

That's why I'm not going to make it volleyball! At this point, I have no idea what I'll do, but I'll think of something. Maybe you'll even have fun with it. I hope so.

[fujimaru]

I usually have fun spending time with my friends. Just don't turn it into a fight for our lives and you'll be fine.

[ No mob monsters, please. She leans in to take her shot--and manages two pocketed balls. She will not get this lucky again. ]

[cultfavorite]

I'm not that kind of exciting—oh, very good. You really aren't bad at this at all.

[fujimaru]

That was probably just lucky. I can be, sometimes.

[ And as the prophecy foretold, she whiffs the next one, but she's in good spirits about it, laughing a little as she steps back. ]

It's not really the same, but I've played enough games with balls in them that I have a general idea of how to hit them to get them to go where I want.

[cultfavorite]

[It's so charming to see her happy...it makes him feel soft inside, watching her, and it's easy to remember now how they ended up in this whole awful situation in the first place. Because he feels this way when he looks at her.]

You're comparing this to volleyball, really? Ha.

[fujimaru]

I also played softball. And like two whole weeks of tennis before I got bored of it.

[ She sticks her tongue out for a moment, deliberately silly, before she catches herself. ]

I draw the line at golf, though.

[cultfavorite]

What's the matter with golf?

[THIS IS IT, THIS IS HOW THEY FINALLY STOP BEING FRIENDS FOREVER

He walks around the table, looking for his next shot. Hmmmm!]

[fujimaru]

[ She looks him dead in the eyes, as serene as she has ever been, and says: ]

Nothing... If you're my dad and his work buddies.

[cultfavorite]

I don't know how you managed to make something so innocuous sound so insulting.

[fujimaru]

I love my dad.

[ That, too, is deadpan in her delivery. ]

But I'm pretty sure I will never understand how much he likes that game.

[cultfavorite]

I absolutely don't want to be lumped in with your father, whatever else you may think of me, and however much you love him.

[fujimaru]

[ In another time, she might've made a some people are into daddy kink joke, but this is not the time.

She still thinks it, though. ]

Just don't extoll the virtues of golf and we'll be fine.

[cultfavorite]

I won't, I won't. —Though I think you're being slightly unfair to it, but that's all I'll say!

[fujimaru]

It's okay. Just consider your fondness for it as like... being a dad in training.

[ She says it with a straight face, then gives that up to laugh. ]

[cultfavorite]

I know you know that makes it worse!

[But he can't even pretend to not be at all amused.]

[fujimaru]

Worse, or better?

[ Eh? Ehh?? She gestures for him to take his turn. ]

[cultfavorite]

You know!

[HE MISSES THIS ONE. Too much trying to just get it over with and not enough trying to win! Foolish!]

[fujimaru]

I can only guess!

[ But she's still grinning at him as she steps back to the table, giving it a thoughtful look. Hmmmmm.

Her shot isn't a great one, but it at least (hopefully) sets her up for a better shot next time, unless he counteracts her. ]

[cultfavorite]

Honestly. Now I'm just going to have to have my revenge by crushing you at this game.

[SO SCARY. He does make a show of walking around the table and picking out his next shot carefully, drawing it out.]

[fujimaru]

Yeah? Do your bet, Papa.

[ She doesn't say that as brightly as she might have, a couple of days ago, but she's not not teasing about it. Carefully. Just in case that's a line too far. ]

[cultfavorite]

[He makes such an affronted noise at that! How dare she! Papa! But you know, definitely the kind of noise that comes out sounding like he's also smiling. Because he is.

He also manages to sink a ball, though.]

Ha! Your days are numbered!