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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]

[ & he's just sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, almost as if he's waiting for anthony in specific to show up (spoiler: he is.). when the boy waddles in with his back to him he speaks evenly, like they were just having a long, drawn-out conversation about the weather: ]

Good job today.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

GEH.

[ jerks backwards into the closest wall behind him. ] Stalker captain?!

1/2

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a few lazy claps. ]

Your form was pretty good, but you could have intercepted better on your last three tries. You also looked too panicked when number fifteen was going for your head.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ adjusts his glasses a bit. ]

Don't worry, the person who got injured in your place only has to get ten stitches. The concussion wasn't too bad.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ continues to try to assimilate himself into the wall. ]

. . . Oh. That's great. Not-great. Concussions are bad. Please don't watch me shower.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ completely ignores that, leaning forward a bit in his seat. ]

What's your schedule like?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Thursdays aren't free. Weekends are work. Lyssa and Tony get dibs. Everything else is hackable.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

You're done with work for the day, then?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Uh. . .

[ thinks about his answer. then decides (cautiously) that pain & suffering is over for the day. nods slowly. ] Why?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ stands and flips out his cellphone, looking through some things as he speaks. ]

We're going out.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares at him blankly. ]

I'm taken.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I was not speaking in a romantic sense. [ glances at one more thing before turning all of his attention on anthony. ] We're going out to celebrate.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ dislodges himself from the wall to finally reclaim his path toward the showers. ]

Celebrate? [ rolls his eyes up at the ceiling. ] For surviving Tryout Bootcamp?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

In a manner of speaking. [ doesn't follow him, arms crossing over his chest as he watches the boy walk off. ] Mostly for you passing.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ...

stops. turns half-way, looking skeptical. ]

Spartans don't joke, do they?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ lets that go right over his head, just staring at him with a flat expression. ]

You passed.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ turns entirely, raising his arms slowly in a 'banzai' fashion. even when they shake from the extra effort, he keeps them there as he speaks: ]

I don't think you stalked enough people.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I observed plenty of people. Most did not try as hard as you did today.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ finally lowers his arms. scratches at a cheek, shifting a little uncomfortably under the semi(?)-praise. ]

. . . Bench warmer?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Goalie.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I quit.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

If you wish. I have ten other applicants dying for your position.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Some, literally. Do you have a lawyer?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I have two.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ......... ]

I have new empathy and respect for my dad.