<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">As the bouncing stopped, Ayla went wide eyed, realizing he was still going with the balls. She looked up as they fell to the floor, startled.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “You… i didn’t even realize you were still going…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, a little embarrassed. She’d tuned out the repetitive, soft pinging of balls flying off the walls a long time ago. But what he said made sense in regards to her lessons.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I suppose you’re right.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said with a bit of a smile. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Is taking naps also part of my lesson? Because I could really fucking use one…”</span>