[Clearly the truest crime of the universe that they lived in was the fact that Majima had to send the frisbee back for Tim to throw it for him again. That was the only way that he could get more frisbee.]
[The arc of Majima's next throw made Tim think that it was going to come up short; he'd come forward to get it before it struck ground and was surprised at the way it rose back up again. He had to backpedal so that he wasn't going to be catching it with his chin. Not exactly the easiest maneuver to make in sand and with hooves instead of feet. He ended up fumbling the catch, just barely managing to scoop it up before it hit the sand.]
Don't go easy on me!
[That was mostly a joke-- though Tim obviously knew how to throw a damn frisbee, he wasn't going around making trick throws or any of that. Majima clearly had more practice in as far as throwing things went.]
[He launched the frisbee back, though, this time a bit high-- just to make him run for it.]
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[The arc of Majima's next throw made Tim think that it was going to come up short; he'd come forward to get it before it struck ground and was surprised at the way it rose back up again. He had to backpedal so that he wasn't going to be catching it with his chin. Not exactly the easiest maneuver to make in sand and with hooves instead of feet. He ended up fumbling the catch, just barely managing to scoop it up before it hit the sand.]
Don't go easy on me!
[That was mostly a joke-- though Tim obviously knew how to throw a damn frisbee, he wasn't going around making trick throws or any of that. Majima clearly had more practice in as far as throwing things went.]
[He launched the frisbee back, though, this time a bit high-- just to make him run for it.]