[Baroona laughs, making a small "ooh" as he pulls away from the helmet at just the right time. Laughing again, he sets into a jog, picking the discarded helmet as he goes. Jogging backwards, he kisses it then throws it back.]
For good luck!
[He calls, kicking up the pace and splitting off in a leisurely run out of the barracks.]
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For good luck!
[He calls, kicking up the pace and splitting off in a leisurely run out of the barracks.]