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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ blinks in surprise at the tug, turning his attention to anthony. after a short pause: ]

I have celebrated enough already. [ eyes go back to his papers, nodding to himself. ] Now it is time to prepare for the next match.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ tightens his grip on the shirt. ]

Celebrations take 24 hours.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ oblivious to this shirt-gripping, per usual. ]

You may celebrate with your teammates, if you so wish. I am certain they will invite you to one of their parties.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

It's not the same without our cap-i-tan, cap-i-tan.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I'll pass. I have more work to do, after all.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Denied. At least come monitor our alcohol level.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow down at him, sighing before placing the clipboard underneath an arm again. turns to him fully. ]

You are obviously troubled by something. I highly suggest that you express your concerns immediately in the future, rather than give a less-than-stellar performance on the field again.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ that makes him let go of the shirt, drooping again. ]

. . . Sorry.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ stands there in silence for a moment. after a while of patiently waiting: ]

Well?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ waves at the rest of the team. ]

Too much potential for audience participation.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then hurry home and speak to your friends about it, if you absolutely must.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Can't. You're eloping with a clipboard.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

For work-related matters, yes.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ long pause. then: ]

When would it be done?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ lifts an arm, glancing at his watch. puts it to his side again. ]

It depends. Do you need to speak to me in private?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ a beat. ] I can shower while you intimidate the team.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ considers this for a moment. eventually sighs. ]

Very well, then. [ glances at the team briefly. ] Would the locker room really suffice for whatever important business you would like to discuss?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... probably not. ]

We could go to Anne's again. Is she in today?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

She was observing the match, but she should be back to work by now.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Then there's good. I want a smoothie.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, turning towards the exit. ]

Would half an hour give you enough time?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ drags himself to his feet with a soft oomph. ]

Not really. I need forty to look pretty.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I do not understand, but fine. Forty it is, then.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Your jokedar is broken.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose you will have to take on the responsibility of fixing it for me at a later time.

[ but that's all he'll say for now, inclining his head slightly before exiting out of the locker room. ]