[Billy's brows lift at that, immediately intrigued. That is most definitely good incentive for him. Billy takes a deep breath, dribbling the ball in front of him a few times as he studies the basket, thinking carefully about his previous misses. Too far, too short, too off-balance... this time? He really to score. (In more ways than one.) And since chanting is his usual method of focusing on what he's doing - and what he wants - he can't help but unconsciously do that. He's not even trying to cast, and it's under his breath, but...
...well, that's why his eyes flash blue right before the ball leaves his fingertips, flying smoothly through the air to drop right through the basket, a perfect shot. And Billy fist-pumps the air.]
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...well, that's why his eyes flash blue right before the ball leaves his fingertips, flying smoothly through the air to drop right through the basket, a perfect shot. And Billy fist-pumps the air.]
Yes!!