The soft slam of the sliotar pounded against you and Seans hurlies , hitting it to one another for fun during his guard duty , his eyes often darting about to make sure Hosea doesn't come up and shout into his face. A small grin plastered on his features , his brows raising as he caught the ball in his hand , before hand passing it back toward you.

" Nice to actually do somethin' like this after so long , can't remember last time I played hurlin' ! " He chirped , his smile widening as he spoke , his Irish tone twisting into his sentence.