New Divide

New Divide: 40

“I'm not throwing these at you.” Charles said simply.

“Well...how else am I meant to learn to multitask?” Margo questioned while rocking on her heels.

“Quite easily,” Charles smiled. “By not asking me to throw...pebbles at you.”

“Gravel.”

“Pebbles, my dear, these are pebbles.”

Margo made a popping noise and shrugged. She didn't particularly care. She had grabbed a handful of stones which made up the path which surrounded the mansion and placed them in his hands. Charles needless to say looked truly bemused, he looked even more so when she walked away and told him to throw them at her.

“Whatever!” She exclaimed when he was still looking at her with a blank expression. “Just, throw them.”

“No. I don't want to throw anything at you, I am sure there is another way for you to learn how to multitask as you say which doesn't result in pebble throwing.” Charles dropped the stones back to the path and looked around, inspiration for a substitute was rather lacking. Frowning he looked to the side as Margo leant down to his level and made another popping noise.

Frowning still he looked to her. She tapped him on the nose and darted off quickly. Charles flinched from this action and looked around, she had disappeared for the moment. Reappearing a few moments later he looked to his hands as a few tennis balls were placed in them.

Looking questionably up at her he waited to see if she would explain where she got these from. “Hank, I asked him if he had anything for the sake of practice and he gave me these.” She paused and shuffled away from him again and jumped into the air and turned to look at him. “He also agreed with you, stone throwing isn't wise.”

Charles shook his head and smiled slowly. “You do realize though, that if you fail to block this, this will hurt more?” He asked while holding up a tennis ball and gesturing it at her.

“That's why I opted for the pebbles!”

“And I said no to them because they scatter.” Charles said easily countering her exclamation. “With them comes grit and dirt, what if that went in your eye? Hm?”

“It's very sweet to see you worrying for my eyes, but I’m sure I’d be fine.”

“For your eyes,” Charles shook his head with a smile and just decided to drop this subject. “Go,” he nodded at her. “Go get into position. And Margo?” He asked while she slowly started to glide away. She turned and looked at him, she nodded for him to continue. “When you deflect, can you not aim them back at me or the windows? I’d be hugely appreciative.”

She smiled widely and saluted. “You have my word, Professor!” She joked while moving off again she passed the doors just as Hank came wandering out. He hadn't finished the task at hand but he was interested to see how this little practice moment was going to pan out.

“Hank?” He looked over to see Charles looking at him. Moving down the stairs he moved over to his side and nodded. Charles gave a fidget in the wheelchair and readjusted his grip on one of the tennis balls. “How are you at catching?”

Hank raised an eyebrow. “Rather good, why?”

“Though she says she won't aim any back at us, or the windows, I can't help but be a little paranoid.” Hank blinked slowly and crossed his arms and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Would you be as kind as to try and catch any wayward aimed tennis balls?”

“Sure.”

“Well don't sound so overly accepting of this task. Aren't you meant to be making this radar anyway?”