[Potironette]

Luck settled the ball under the crook of one arm. "I wish you told me these things." He said, making his manner nonchalant. He turned to walk over to the mess of trees he'd come from before he made a further embarrassment of himself. The boy didn't want to talk, and in the space of the outdoors, where he couldn't be the domineering bully, who was he to ask?