"I don't care how long you've been playing," Ashton dismissed with a flick of his hand in the pause of Mickey removing his shirt. "I learn fast."
"I'm not--!" Outraged at first, Ashton reeled it in when Mickey called him slow and predictable. He'd just asked for his help, after all, and maybe that really was his problem. Besides the growling, that is. "Fine." he stated, not exactly admitting to being those things, but accepting Mickey's words.
Seeing the ball coming, Ashton stepped out of the way and let it fall, watching the roll through the grass before looking at Mickey. He didn't think he should have caught it or kicked it back. "Are you going to steal it again?"