_{❝Hey ! ❞
                              ❝——You see that frisbee over there ? ❞}

            _{He meant the red one by Stiles’ feet—it had bite marks in it, cracks that had succumbed to the forceful nature of raucous adolescent males. It was definitely made of plastic, and whatever toy company that had produced it was unknown—the logo had faded entirely–ink worn into unrecognizable and illegible patches, peeling off the surface with time–use–and the force of the canine mandible.} 

_{Jared always had a mean throw. The beach was somewhat of a negligent choice in venue, for something as variable and as pilant as a frisbee match. But Seth didn’t mind — the wind gave for a nice challenge.}

                                                                             _{❝Do you mind throwing it back ? ❞
                                                                                            ❝Sorry if I hit you ! ❞}