[Clarissa's head snaps upward and she shoots Proton with a glare at the utterance of "princess". Being annoyed at him is familiar ground, at least, unlike this whole not-date thing. She hoists a medium-weight ball from the ball dispenser, holding it aloft competitively.]
Like hell are you going to win against me! My score is going to make you cry, just you watch!
[She stomps up to the lane, taking a moment to weigh-up the ball and judge her position to that of the pins, before throwing the ball.
...Which spirals off violently with impressive force...only to clatter anti-climatically into the gutter before it can reach the pins. Yep.]
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Like hell are you going to win against me! My score is going to make you cry, just you watch!
[She stomps up to the lane, taking a moment to weigh-up the ball and judge her position to that of the pins, before throwing the ball.
...Which spirals off violently with impressive force...only to clatter anti-climatically into the gutter before it can reach the pins. Yep.]