Chapter II: Tomorrow Never Dies Hard
The hologram room reformed but this time in a tennis court, valo was dressed in tennis gear but had no ratchet. a tennis ball firing formed on the other side of the court, and started firing.
Cola Fake Out
**ilbvilbv:** hey **ilbvilbv:** \*arm outstretched as if to get clothes, but it's impossible\* **aura:** so, tennis ball sized man \>:3 **ilbvilbv:** \*gulp\* **aura:** wanna know another trick?
The way she hunted me: Preparations
Before long it was time to get ready to go, i got showered and then dressed in my best tennis clothes, a white collared tennis shirt and white tennis shorts to match (hey, its hard matching with black fur).
New Necklace (Mia TF/TG)
Lastly, a pair of blue heels that showed some of her feet replaced her old tennis shoes. the last change happened at reality herself. she no longer found herself at a parking lot, but at a television studio, working as a producer.
Artist's Block (A short Hyena TF)
The tennis shoes put a valiant effort, but he could already see, and feel, a set of growing claws making bumps in the front of each shoe.
This is Madness!
They've started consorting with my old rival, even playing tennis with him!" "i miss the simpler, eight-bit, 2d times mario." "i do too sonic, but we're just relics of the past now." "shame that." "tis true."
Winter Break: Chapter 1
Mutt loved to play tennis, snowboard, and surf. his love of snowboarding is actually what brought the two together. it was about 2 years ago, at a ski resort in the rocky mountains, near where mutt lives now. mutt was a junior ski instructor.
The Start of Something
He swore under his breath and steered his bike over to a large open area with a grass field, a small playground a few feet in front of him, and a tennis court over to his left. he dismounted his bike and took of his helmet. he sighed.
Speak!
Then something caught his eye- a squeaky tennis ball, flying past. before he knew it he dropped to all fours and vaulted over the plush, mouth open wide and aimed at the ball.
A ghostly existence
Chris asked, waving his tennis racquet in the air. "huh what? oh right, sorry about that," eric responded as he tossed the tennis ball into the air and followed through with his swing.
Grad-Bash Part 6
He smiled and just said "good" before changing the subject to tennis. i don't think he understood that i didn't want to talk (though i made it pretty obvious by mumbling an answer or completely ignoring a comment).
From The Wolf's Mouth (Part 2)
"tennis balls?" "what do you think?" gale asked as he slowly dropped into the warm bathtub, turning the taps off. "i relish the thought," jake replied.