[ Oh man, oh no. Majima was filled with unfathomable regret the second the frisbee left his hand and he was subjected to the ripple of thick muscle as Tim reached out to grab his throw. How terrible. He'd never do it again.
And yet part of his attention was focused squarely on the object itself. There was a surge of joy as he grabbed it out of the air at the bottom of its arc, snatched it gracefully with his fingers just as it was about to hit the ground. As he came back up,
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he felt an unexpected reluctance to let go of it, but forced the action all the same. This throw was something of a trick shot he'd picked up from watching others play: a toss downward until the spin of the frisbee sent it rising back up towards Tim once more.
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And yet part of his attention was focused squarely on the object itself. There was a surge of joy as he grabbed it out of the air at the bottom of its arc, snatched it gracefully with his fingers just as it was about to hit the ground. As he came back up,
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he felt an unexpected reluctance to let go of it, but forced the action all the same. This throw was something of a trick shot he'd picked up from watching others play: a toss downward until the spin of the frisbee sent it rising back up towards Tim once more.
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