[Picky laughs. And it sounds just like his laughter ought to.]
You can't tell me what to do.
[It's... flippant. Carefree, cheerful, the easiest thing in the world to say. He returns to his ball-bouncing, this time throwing it against a wall, and catching it on the rebound.]
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[Picky laughs. And it sounds just like his laughter ought to.]
You can't tell me what to do.
[It's... flippant. Carefree, cheerful, the easiest thing in the world to say. He returns to his ball-bouncing, this time throwing it against a wall, and catching it on the rebound.]