[center][h3]Ｋｕｒｏｄａ Ｄａｉｃｈｉ[/h3][/center]
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Upon catching the ball, he was taken aback by the amount of force put into the throw. He had almost missed that flicker of a smile that appeared for a mere second. [color=ed1c24]"So you [i]can[/i] show emotion!"[/color] Daichi snickered, squinting his eyes while grinning widely at Desdemona. Standing idly with the weight, his fingers prodded at the crevices of the sphere before he opened his mouth to speak again. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, what class are you?"[/color] 

The Nocturne started tossing the ball back and forth between his gloved hands, occasionally spinning the weight on the tip of his index finger. When he assumed the demon was distracted enough, he tossed the ball up, turned swiftly on the balls of his feet, and connected the sole of his foot with the sphere in the form of a low hook kick. With that, the ball was projected toward the other party with great speed, making a soft whistling sound as it flew threw the air.