"Fair to whom, exactly?"
Picking bits of balloon from his soggy hair, fingers raking through to comb everything from his (ruined) curls.
"Proper equal exchange would warrant πΊπ°πΆ receiving a balloon to the face--not perpetuating another assault."
πΌπ π«ΝπΝΝπ‘Νπ‘ΝπΝππ
" What ? I had to throw one at you to make it fair . I threw a large one at Regrator the other day . "
A laugh escaped from the Eleventh .
Accepting his fate with a soggy sigh.
βYou are a child.β
