SPOILER!!: Tag
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Originally Posted by
Team ronmione
After following the girl and Sander Tag started to blink. What in Merlin's beard was that?! Gosh, that voice was so loud. Much louder than Tag, and when Tag was getting hyper and excited over things his voice filled with happiness, he got loud. But not like this.
Eventually the short, not too short ( YAY ) blonde boy covered his ear. Slowly he inched over to Sander and saw.... Ahhhh. That's why the place was calling the Shrunken Head. "You're so loud." Tag spoke to the head. Wow, that was a really weird thought.
Anyway, he went over to grab his own head, very weird, again, and stared at it. The shrunken head was making so many comments that Tag was making a face. Could it just be quiet for once? "Guys, I know how to play. I mean, I'm not good or anything, but I do know how to play." He could teach them the best he could. Having a good grip on the head Tag walked up to the center of their lane, had a short run, slipped one leg behind his other and tossed the shrunken head down the bowling lane. All the way down the lane, with each roll the head continued making comments. Quiet! That's what Tag wanted. The head reached the pins but suddenly they somehow moved out of the way. And more shouting from the head.
"And that's how you play. But you know, try to hit the pin." Tag said facing the others with a small smile.
Sander was glad when Tag joined him. Ladies?....where were the girls? Did it take them that long to put on their shoes? Sander shrugged. No matter. Maybe it was better this way. Hopefully by the time they showed up he'd have mastered this bowling game.
O_o Tag knew how to play! Good. Watch....learn. Walk walk, swing leg, throw head. Simple enough.
Gingerly picking up the head who now had switched to another line of complaints
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KEEP YOUR FINGERS OUT OF MY EYES!!"....which then made Sander almost drop the head as he tried to keep his fingers away from any part of the head's face....which was totally impossible.
Deciding to ignore the insults, Sander held on to the head with one hand, looked at the pins in front of him, then did the walk, run, swing leg routine, swinging his throwing hand back and threw the head down the lane. Continuing to ignore the grumbling and squealing from the head, Sander tilted his head left and right, motioning with his hands trying to direct the head.
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Left....little more left...no now the other way...yes...good...good...right down the middle."....and then groaned when the head nudged one pin which dropped before quickly turning direction and rolling into the drain.
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HAHAHAHA....YOU MISSED!! PRECIOUS MISSED!!" the head taunted him.
Well at least he had one pin. Was that good?