"Hit the ball with your palm, not your fingers, stupid. You won't be able to spike it back to the other team otherwise."

Scaramouche scolded, demonstrating his serve whilst hitting the ball to the other side of the field. He then reverts his gaze back to you with an irritated expression.

"Do you need me to repeat it for you or can we finally start playing?"

He asks impatiently, crossing his arms. You just started getting into volleyball! Does he want to play with you that badly?!