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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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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ it isn't until he's done his smoothie that he speaks again, voicing a thought that hits him randomly. ]

How often's practice?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ sits back in his seat, the topic of soccer reeling him away from his work. ]

Five days a week. Typically I only allow practices to be two hours per day with small breaks in between. Sometimes shorter, sometimes longer. Depends on your level of productivity.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

. . . Five days a week. No field-booking rules?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks at him. ]

I have everything set up already. Sometimes it'll be four days, especially around exams. You'll have a schedule sent to you within a week.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ sighs through his nose, but doesn't look particularly upset. ]

As long as it's soccer, not Spartan marches.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then you will not be disappointed.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ reaches for the rest of the gummy worms next. ]

Sounds good.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on standing there, looking back and forth between michael and anthony in silence. when she feels like the conversation is relatively over she speaks. ]

U-Um... [ peers at anthony curiously. ] Are you hungry for anything in specific? I can make you something to take home with you if you'd like.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ shifts a bit guiltily when he realizes that she's been standing there for a while. starts to shake his head slowly, then changes it into a nod. ]

Sure. Uh. . . [ glances up at the blackboard with the day's special. notes the sandwich & points to that. ] That. For two, please?

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[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course! It'll be my pleasure!

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ then turns to michael, looking concerned. ]

Big brother... would you like something as well?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Hm? [ doesn't look away from his textbook, half-distracted by that. ] Please. Whatever you feel like cooking is fine.

[yaybrother.livejournal.com]

[ wiggles a little happily. ] Alright, I'll do my best.

[ gives a smile over at anthony before she wanders away again. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ stares after her, then back at michael. opens his mouth, then closes it despite having something to say. instead decides to do the juvenile thing & scoots up a little so that he can kick at a leg of the chair michael's currently sitting on. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem startled or deterred from his concentration, too busy reading one last paragraph. looks up only when he's finished. ]

Did you need something?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ wordlessly kicks again, but this time with more force. ]

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks but still doesn't look disturbed, just confused. ]

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

You don't have a honey, do you.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Pardon?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Girlfriend, boyfriend, girlfriend-turned-boyfriend.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I have no need for a significant other. Why?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It shows. Badly.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

And that's important because...?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

I'll tell you when you're older.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Very well, then.

[ goes back to looking down at his homework. ]