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[ 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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[ yawns. ]

My brain was unavailable for five minutes.

...

[ gets up and rolls one of the balls on the ground closer to him, kicking it up into his hands. turns back to anthony... then chucks it at his head. ]

HR-- [ doesn't even get to finish the exclamation when the ball hits him squarely on the back of the head, sending him hobbling forward a little. turns around, a hand pressed against where he'd been struck, looking confused. ]

. . . ?!

[ & he'll just move closer to anthony, getting right up in his face as he jabs a finger to his chest in emphasis to his words. ]

YOU WILL NOT, I REPEAT, NOT BE LATE AT ANY TIME WHEN YOU'RE ON MY WATCH. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?

[ doesn't move or speak, just... this face. ]

[ holds that pose for a little while longer before he goes back to neutral, backing up to sit down on the bench again. crosses his arms over his chest. ]

I'll take that as a yes.

[ STILL THIS FACE ]

. . . Sparta?

Was a city-state in ancient Greece. Your point?

[ finally recovers. goes for his shirt to tug it on. ]

Past life. Yours.

I do not believe in past lives.

But it's too easy to blame it on genetics.

[ looks down as he thinks, letting his comment fly right over his head. ]

The place I want to take you to is not far from here. Their smoothies are very good.

[ finishes dressing & ruffles out more water from his hair. then glances at michael at the words, interest caught. ]

How far?

[ stands, assuming that anthony will be ready any second now. ]

A few blocks away from the southernmost part of this university.

Can I take Tinkerbell?

Request denied.

Why.

You must train your body to use your exhaustion as fuel instead of baggage.

That's only possible for Spartans.

Are you ready to go?

When Tinkerbell gets to go.

[ puts his hands into his pockets, giving him his typical stare. ]

[ really doesn't feel up to walking, so he shrugs & returns the stare... that turns progressively more pleading. ]

[ contemplates on asking if he's still in kindergarten; just keeps on staring and waiting instead, looking unfazed by the pathetic looks. ]

[ ... shoulders droop. ]