[ Are the Orioles even still around in the 2300s? The Angelos family is trash— wait sorry.
Whether Amos actually has any familiarity with baseball or not doesn't make any difference in his reaction, which is to say, none. He's just grateful that Atsumu finally took the risk — trusts him enough to take the risk — and that he has a good arm. Maybe Atsumu could be a baseball player??
Hand outstretched, Amos is just able to make the grab on the barrel of his gun, and oh, does it feel good to have this baby in his hands again, a full-toothed grin flashing across his face. It's only been a couple of days, but still, being tiny has made them perilous ones. Getting a gun back means he's got a fighting chance against most things.
Unfortunately, the spider has also taken notice of an object flying through the air, and when Amos looks up he can see it starting to make its move back towards them. Quickly he transfers his hold on the gun so it's in his grip properly, finger on the trigger, aiming right at the spider, pulling it, and...
...
Well, the spider certainly reacts, acting as though it's been stung rather than falling over dead. It's enough to get it to back off again at least, while Amos is left staring at his gun's setting in confusion. ]
Huh... Thought that would've killed it...
[ But it did not, so, his only choice is to recalibrate quickly. ]
We might be too small. Okay. New plan. I'm gonna try to shoot this web off here — [ at the base of the branch where Amos is standing — ] and see if that'll help shake you loose. Spider comes at us again, just yell and I'll sting it again. I guess.
[ For some reason, it's being unable to shoot a spider dead that has Amos more annoyed about their current size than anything else. Whatever. It's fine, he's got a new plan now, it's still gonna be fine... ]
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Whether Amos actually has any familiarity with baseball or not doesn't make any difference in his reaction, which is to say, none. He's just grateful that Atsumu finally took the risk — trusts him enough to take the risk — and that he has a good arm. Maybe Atsumu could be a baseball player??
Hand outstretched, Amos is just able to make the grab on the barrel of his gun, and oh, does it feel good to have this baby in his hands again, a full-toothed grin flashing across his face. It's only been a couple of days, but still, being tiny has made them perilous ones. Getting a gun back means he's got a fighting chance against most things.
Unfortunately, the spider has also taken notice of an object flying through the air, and when Amos looks up he can see it starting to make its move back towards them. Quickly he transfers his hold on the gun so it's in his grip properly, finger on the trigger, aiming right at the spider, pulling it, and...
...
Well, the spider certainly reacts, acting as though it's been stung rather than falling over dead. It's enough to get it to back off again at least, while Amos is left staring at his gun's setting in confusion. ]
Huh... Thought that would've killed it...
[ But it did not, so, his only choice is to recalibrate quickly. ]
We might be too small. Okay. New plan. I'm gonna try to shoot this web off here — [ at the base of the branch where Amos is standing — ] and see if that'll help shake you loose. Spider comes at us again, just yell and I'll sting it again. I guess.
[ For some reason, it's being unable to shoot a spider dead that has Amos more annoyed about their current size than anything else. Whatever. It's fine, he's got a new plan now, it's still gonna be fine... ]