[ It's a slight against his everything, okay, Aomine can just smell his Type. And even if it's not by any means a real match, he can smell Rei's basketball, too: mechanical and overly thought out, the kind that could only hope to score free throws-- with some luck, as even now the ball dances around the hoop before falling in-- but never make a basket in the heat of a game. ]
Great job, champ. [ There's not a single drop of enthusiasm in his voice as he passes the ball over for Rei's second try. ] Now try to at least make a clean shot, will ya?
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Great job, champ. [ There's not a single drop of enthusiasm in his voice as he passes the ball over for Rei's second try. ] Now try to at least make a clean shot, will ya?