[ Thanks for the god-awful pun giving him a nice distraction from that cringe-ass bullshit he just said! Fuuta makes a shot of rolling his eye in hugely dramatic fashion before wincing a little because making a gesture like that still hurts his patched-up eye. ]

You know, you have the sense of humor of, like, a forty-year old guy who calls people 'sport.' Don't look so pleased with yourself.

[ He will absolutely not be repeating the phrase 'Schnee-ball,' thank you very much!!!

That aside, he steps back to give her room to play, crossing his arms and shifting his weight on his feet as he looks aside. Given how eager he's been to run his mouth so far, it's probably telling that he's silent for a moment; if Weiss looks back, she might spot the dour look on his face, but even if not, his more grudging, lower tone of voice when he speaks again probably says a lot: ]

Whatever. Focus on the game. You only get so many balls per token. [ He doesn't want to think about the fact that his vision in that busted eye is most likely gone for good. ] And don't go getting too into this one unless you're an ace at it. There's others, too. Might as well try some out to see what you're best at before starting to grind for points.