216 AC
"Okay, rotate!" Heero called, waving his hand in a circle until everyone moved one space over.
"Seven serving eight," Trowa called before whacking the ball over the net.
There was a rush of bodies to get at the little white ball.
"Get it! Get it!"
"Not like that!"
"I have it! I have it!"
"Keep it up! Don’t let it hit the ground!"
"Hit it over the net! Hit it--!"
"Daddy! Tristan kicked sand in my face!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
Heero managed to snatch the ball back and tossed it under the net to Trowa, rolling his eyes.
"Eight serving eight," the other man called before whacking the ball back over the net.
"Get it! Get it!"
"Not like that!"
"I have it! I have it!"
"Keep it up! Don’t let it hit the ground!"
"Hit it over the net! Hit it--!"
"I got it!"
<<WHOOSH>>
"Daddy! Tristan kicked sand in my face again!"
"I did NOT!"
End Part 8
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