[Kise dribbles a little, taking off his tracksuit jacket and tossing it on the curb. It's not as big as a street court, but hey- a little action will help get his mind off things.
They're on the edge of the drive, Kise still standing on the street. He looks over at the basket, suddenly concentrating- then shoots. He makes it. The swoosh of the basket feels amazing- but wait. He looks over at Makoto incredulously.]
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[Kise dribbles a little, taking off his tracksuit jacket and tossing it on the curb. It's not as big as a street court, but hey- a little action will help get his mind off things.
They're on the edge of the drive, Kise still standing on the street. He looks over at the basket, suddenly concentrating- then shoots. He makes it. The swoosh of the basket feels amazing- but wait. He looks over at Makoto incredulously.]
What! Two years? No way!