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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stretches when p.e. class is finally over, feeling a little bit like jelly, a little bit like a boulder & a little bit of weakling. shakes his arms a bit to free himself of that feeling, rubbing the back of his neck as he silently tells himself that though the class would only grow to be more strenuous as the semester goes on (especially during the stress-high weeks of exam prep), he'd still enjoy it, not regret it. etcetra. but at the moment, he stinks, even to himself. after spending a rude amount of time at the water fountain (drinking his fill, ignoring his surroundings as usual), he changes directions toward the lockers, intent on taking a quick shower, changing out of his gym clothes & perhaps heading home early for the day. ]

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

You must come.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

But I'm taken.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ rummages into his bag, taking out a notebook and pen. flips to the page he wants. ]

Your name?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ...... ]

Tony.

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Tony. Short for "Anthony"? Possibly, it sounds like you're lying. [ scribbles down both names. ] I'll be sure to double-check later.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ steps back, looking him up and down. ]

About 5'8", I'm guessing. Brown hair, gray eyes... [ scribbles some more. ] Fight or flight response: Punching.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ then looks up, as if an idea just hit him. points his pen at anthony. ]

Oh, right. Punching Boy. I knew I recognized you from somewhere.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ holds up both his hands mid-way, arms bent at the elbow in a surrendering fashion. tilts his head to the side, eyes gazing at a distant point. ]

Iyaa, a fanbase. Remember, badtouching a celebrity is still considered badtouching and illegal.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I'm only interested in your legs. [ steps forward, tapping his head with the pen. ] And this. How's your head? Can you take a punch to the face?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ steps back, needing the distance more than anything else. ]

No, I'm a maiden of fair skin.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Sarcasm. This means yes. [ scribbles down something else. ] What was your position in middle school? Fullback? Goalie?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Bench warmer.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

You don't seem too interested in soccer.

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sighs & lowers his hands. then raises his index finger. ]

After this, I'm at my quota for honest answers.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I like soccer.

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

...

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ steps back a handful of paces, rummaging through his bag again. pulls out a soccer ball, aims it at anthony... then chucks it as hard as humanly possible towards him. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ immediately takes a step back of his own so that he can let the ball hit him safely in the chest. looks up only when he has it secured by a foot. ]

. . . Can I go shower now?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ seems to miss his question, too busy looking excited as he points to anthony again and shouts: ]

I knew it! That's what I'm looking for!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . .

Mother Base, do you copy. Made a fatal mistake. Aborting mission.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ marches forward, lifting his hand for anthony to shake. ]

You have my permission to skip the first round of tryouts and go to the second instead!

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at the hand, then back up at the face. eventually extends his own hand in response to clasp the stranger's. ]

Uh. [ a beat. ] Varsity?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods his head once, giving anthony's hand a firm shake while still looking rather enthusiastic. ]

Precisely.

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . !

[ & he, in response, looks rather excited despite his previous protests. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ wait. ]

Whose permission?