carter bennett ( human ) . (solepurpose) wrote in light_of_may, |
Bennetts were typically pretty difficult to fool, they didn't easily fall for little tricks like the one the girl had just tried on him. When you grew up with as many siblings as Carter had you quickly got wise to that sort of thing, brothers and sisters were always going to try things with one another and if anything it had been encouraged, so long as it didn't interfere with their studies or training. It kept them sharp, their parents had said, as their parents -- his mother's at least, as she was the born and bred Bennett of the two -- had said to them. Sharp minds could mean the difference between life and death, they had been taught early on, you couldn't always rely on weapons or allies, sometimes all you had was your mind. Carter wasn't unarmed right now -- he rarely was -- but he knew better than most that you couldn't always predict what might happen in any given situation.
"Fair enough," he said, referring to the batting cages and not promises but she seemed like the kind of girl who would make up her own mind about things and nothing he said or did would sway her in any way. There was the faintest trace of a smile on his face when she swung the bat like that, the way she gripped it told him she knew what she was doing, she used one regularly enough to feel comfortable doing so. Carter was English, they didn't play baseball growing up where he'd come from, but he could pitch a ball and do so well at that, even by American standards.
When he threw the ball he didn't put everything he had into it, ready to duck out of the way as soon as it left his grasp. To say that he didn't trust the girl was putting it mildly.