What exactly a dad bod was, James wasn't entirely sure. He had jumped when the foam dart hit his buttcheek though, and he turned in time to see Lily making a run for the exit. At that point, the plastic gun seemed useless and he dropped it onto the sofa as he made a run for it. Or, as close to a run as he could, which was more like a hobble due to the pain. That was going to bruise, he thought, which was such an old man thing to think.
"Those are laugh lines! Come back here," he shouted and rounded the corner back at the hallway too quickly so that he bashed his elbow right into the wall accidentally. Stopping was not an option, least of all when he was unarmed.