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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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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. ]

[ just this icon. ]

[ rubs at an eye & settles down onto the nearest bench. ]

Break for two minutes?

That's perfectly acceptable.

[ immediately starts to daze off. ]

[ keeps a close eye on his watch to make sure this doesn't go over two minutes. ]

[ zzz -- then seems to snap out of it suddenly, jerking upward onto his feet shakily. ]

Oh. Right. Spartan. Bad manners. Smoothie?

[ nods, pleased with his timing and words. turns around to begin walking out of the locker room. ]

[ sighs & follows while rubbing tiredly at an eye. but still tugs out his phone to text two people of his success anyway, but makes certain to add the detail of a spartan captain being part of the package. ]

[ while he pokes around on his cellphone and does some work, perfectly content with the silence for now. ]

[ begins to progressively lag behind. though it's not done consciously, doesn't seem too bothered by it either. ]

[ when he notices that he's a good handful of feet away from anthony he blinks and stops, turning around to look at him. ]

You're slacking, goalie.

I'm a-comin', captain.

[ turns around again when he's satisfied with that answer, beginning their walk again. ]

Do you live in the dorms?

[ continues to trail after. ]

No, at my apartment. It's not too far. Why?

No particular reason. I was simply curious.

Oh.

[ a beat. ] Then what about you?

[ nods. ]

I do, but I typical prefer my parent's home over living on campus.

[ blinks, peering at the back of his head curiously. ]

But dorms give more freedom?

[ adjusts his glasses a bit. ]

It's not as quiet.