44th Inning

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[Oh boy, regains! Scout always looks forward to getting things in the mail - for him, it's usually cool weapons, a neat hat... but not today, Mayfield. Today Scout pulls out from the mailbox a thin manila envelope. He's disappointed it's not some giant package, but he hastily rips it open to see what's inside. And what's inside can only be

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[strike_you_out]

[After a baseball drops out of the sky and nearly hits him on the head, Slugger makes his way to the park. Scout may feel a sudden, but not entirely unfamiliar presence behind him, watching him quietly...]

[freakinblur]

[14 months of living with Ai, and Scout is used to this feeling. Seeing that it's Slugger and not her is surprising for a moment.]

Oh, hey there kid. Man, you 'n' Ai got that whole sneakin'-up-on-ya thing down pretty good.

[strike_you_out]

[Slugger just smirks at that. He can tell you're used to it, Scout.]

You're starting a team?

[freakinblur]

Damn right! Ya want in?

[strike_you_out]

[He shrugs, looking down at his bat.]

I'm only good at hitting...

[freakinblur]

That's what practice is for. I can teach ya ta catch 'n' throw 'n' stuff if yer interested, I guess.

[strike_you_out]

You would?

[freakinblur]

If that's what it's gonna take ta get some real teams, then yeah, I'll teach ya ta play.

[strike_you_out]

[Well, if you say so, Scout. Personally, Slugger isn't very sure if he's capable of learning but he's bored enough to give it a shot.

He nods.]

Alright.