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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]

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.

1/2

[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?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Mine. [ pulls his hand away to put his notebook and pen back into his bag. ] I'm the captain of this university's male soccer team.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ nudges the ball to him. ]

Saturday wasn't that far off.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ kicks it up into his hand, blinking at anthony at his words. ]

I never base my choices on the tryouts alone.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

Interviews. Unobtrusive stalking. Tarot readings?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I'm interviewing you right now. You didn't notice my stalking earlier. Tarot readings are for the insecure.

[ puts the ball away, hands going to his hips. ]

What are your grades like? Decent?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ pauses, feeling a bit awkward at the straightforward answers. ]

. . . Above average, and average. With or without hospitalization involved, respectively.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

You should train your mind to stick with above average without straining your body too much. I can help you with that, you'll need it for varsity. [ looks through his wallet, pulling out a card. holds it out. ] My name, number, and address.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, my genetics only gave me the ability of long monologues.

[ glances down at the card, eyes locking onto the name -- two names. shrugs & glances up, choosing to stick with the one in brackets. ] Michael. No e-mail?