[ Yamada spends a moment thoughtfully scratching his snout with a claw, an imitation of his habit of stroking his chin in human form. She’s right- those who know him can recognise him no matter the shape. Observing Yelena, digesting what just happened. And yes admiring the view. He’s sure she knows.
He scampers over quickly though, to witness the ball whipping throw. The asshole in the hole has the time to start saying ‘fuck’ before the ball hits. His head is forced into his chest by the force, but then SPROING bounces back out unharmed as the ball goes rocketing back up the shaft and into the sky. The asshole down there couldn't look angrier, and Yamada starts to run about, a giant catcher's mitt forming over a paw. ]
I got it, I got it- [ Whump! He does get it, but does end up knocked on his moley bum. ] I got it!
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He scampers over quickly though, to witness the ball whipping throw. The asshole in the hole has the time to start saying ‘fuck’ before the ball hits. His head is forced into his chest by the force, but then SPROING bounces back out unharmed as the ball goes rocketing back up the shaft and into the sky. The asshole down there couldn't look angrier, and Yamada starts to run about, a giant catcher's mitt forming over a paw. ]
I got it, I got it- [ Whump! He does get it, but does end up knocked on his moley bum. ] I got it!