notes: woah. what did i just write?

try not to take this seriously. ^^;

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"What are you doing?"

Kuroko shrugs.

"Those are my balls, you retard."

Kuroko looked up at the redhead.

"I know." he replies sheepishly and continues playing.

Kagami twitches.

"Can you stop?"

"I do not want to."

"Well I told you to."

Kuroko shrugs again.

"You've got some nerve, you bastard."

Kuroko ignores him (nothing new there).

"Stop playing with myballs, shrimp!" Kagami shouts, his voice echoing through the empty court.

Kuroko looks away from the balls and up at Kagami. He sighs, dropping the redhead's balls.

"Your balls are bouncier than my own. And harder."

"I don't care! They're mine!"

From the other end of the court, Kise laughs.

"HAHAHAHAHA! BALLS!"

The blonde catches their attention before falling on his backside. "BALLS!"

"Yes. Balls, Kise-kun." Kuroko mutters, tilting his head slightly.

Kise continues cackling.

"Hey, Kagamicchi, why don't youplay with Kurokocchi's balls! BWHAHAHAHA!"

"Huh? He doesn't have his own balls—" It is then that Kagami's cheeks are alit with anger and embarrassment.

"You asshole!" he hollers to Kise, chasing after the chortling blonde.

Kuroko watches, confused and blank.

"It seems, I am confused." he says to himself, before shrugging off the thought, and continuing his silent practice with Kagami's balls.

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end note:ah. the wonders of sexual wordplay.
i have no idea why i wrote this. it just stung my brain and i wanted to hurry up and get it down.
i may even delete it but meh, i'll let it haunt the fanfiction realm for as long as i want it to.

bye, bye. :)