2017 OPEN RP POST

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[rideme]

(( you me and basketbull i know you want it ))

[slammoth]

The rules are simple. You gotta get this ball into--[A point to the hoop with his finger, long arm extended out.]--that basket. The hard part? Making it around me.

[Ibuki wasn't really sure where this guy came from--space, probably. He'd seen a lot of weird aliens in his time with Inazuma Japan, so it wasn't completely out of the ordinary. But the guy was pretty jolly, and at the mention of basketball ('basketbull' as he'd punned, he's such a dad) they soon found themselves playing a little one-on-one.]

Here, I'll show you.

[rideme]

Okay. Sounds simple. What's the catch?

[Because there's always a catch. In his experience, games are never as simple as they sound. At least it's not a bad one, since this is a kid. And this is a sport.]

[Which he's never done before, but oh well. First time for everything. Kid's cute, too.]

You gotta do it standing on your head or something?

[slammoth]

Catch?

[Now that's a question he's never been asked before. But then again, he's never really had to explain basketball to another person. Maybe this is what Shindou and the others had to deal with when they joined Inazuma Japan...]

See the box we're in? You can't go outside that. Or it's an automatic win for me. And you can't carry the ball in your arms. If you wanna go forward, you got to bounce it.

[As shown by him dribbling, maybe even showing off by doing it through his legs and around his back.]

[rideme]

Yeah, a catch. There's always one when things sound too easy.

[But those just sound like rules. Like in chess, except for more running, and balls (heh).]

[He turns his head slowly, regarding the box in question, and arching an eyebrow at that legwork. It's pretty damn impressive, if he's being honest.]

What if I put you through the net?

[This is a joke, kiddo.]

[slammoth]

[The ball bounces back up into his hands, holding it firmly between his palms at that question. Contemplating it.]

...

[A look to the net, a look to Bull. Before his face widens into that trademark(?) smile.]

If you get ME through that thing, then I'll buy you lunch.

[rideme]

Oh hell yeah, you're on.

[Son, please brace yourself. Because the Iron Bull is stepping up to attempt to pick you up.]

[Just deadlifting you.]

[slammoth]

Wha-

[This is a new feeling for him. He's usually the tallest in his grade, or at the very least on his team save for Kusaka in Inazuma Japan. He's never been lifted before. It just...didn't happen.

Bull was really going to do this.]

Hey!!!

[rideme]

[Oh yes, yes he is. Lunch is at stake here.]

[But he doesn't go to shove the poor kid right through the basket, yet. Instead, he balances him on his shoulder. Yes, that's right. Just one shoulder.]

Don't wiggle or I'll drop you.

THE BOYFRIEND.

[shikisuru]

["There's someone I want you to meet," Ibuki said, once, out of nowhere, as innocently as ever. Which is never. He was enthusiastic, that was for sure, with some sort of dangerous sparkle to his eyes and that grin that split his face. And then he had brought the Iron Bull, all ten or so feet of him and all his loudness and shamelessness and terrible knowledge of soccer and--




and he didn't expect to left alone with him, shirtlessness and all.]

... Ahem.

So, erm... Ibuki said you wanted to learn more about soccer?

[rideme]

["One of them is kind of a princess"]

[His initial reaction is one of "yeah no shit". But that's just at first glance. First glance from where he'd parked himself in a chair, so as not to completely intimidate anyone who walked in. Which is probably a good thing, since this kid looks like he should be stuck in another castle, or whatever the saying was.]

[He swings his head around, peering at this kid with his one good eye.]

Did he? He'd be right. [And one huge hand extends, sharply.] Iron Bull.

How's it going, Princess?

[shikisuru]

I-- what?

[Oh no, Bull, Shindou Takuto isn't taking that hand of yours. What the heck did you just call him? What sort of impression did Ibuki leave on you? What did Ibuki even tell you??]

I'm... I don't--



I'm not a woman.

[rideme]

Nicknames don't have sexes, kid. But if it makes you feel better, we'll go with Prince.

[He keeps that hand extended, clearly waiting.]

Or, you know. You could introduce yourself.

[shikisuru]

I'm...

[Nicknames might not but titles do. He has to compose himself with a deep breath before answering, deciding Prince is fine and that the man (man?) had a point. This is Ibuki's friend, and he's a Shindou. He has to act accordingly.]

My name is Shindou Takuto. You are the Iron Bull?

[He finally reaches across to take that hand, one small, delicate palm pressing into a part of Bull's bigger one.]

[rideme]

Damn straight.

[He shakes the kid's hand. A few times. Not trying to squeeze it or crush it. Just your every day, average handshake. Before letting go.]

Picked it myself. You?

[shikisuru]

[Shindou's hand drops neatly to his side.]

My name was given to me by my mother and father. I've been told the character is one that's passed down from father to son in the family.

The other boyfriend

[tatakau]

[This is a bit of a strange situation. Tsurugi has seen plenty of strange things in his day, both working for Fifth Sector and going into the past to meet the worlds greatest figures in history. But this...a giant, 6' + man with horns like a bull sprouting from his head might just take the cake.

He approaches, hands shoved in his pockets and cape flowing in the wind, his sharp, angular eyes trained on him. Their amber colour seems to fleck in the sunlight, the cat-like pupil contracting ever so slightly as he remained on edge, squaring his shoulders and approaching.]

Excuse me.

I've heard from Ibuki that Shindou-san was teaching you soccer.

jfc child your shoulders

[rideme]

[For a second here, the Iron Bull has to pause. And look around. Not because the kid is short, that he sees over his head. But because the sudden dramatic change in lighting. Because there's suddenly a breeze where there wasn't one a couple seconds ago.]

[What the hell just happened?]

[Does this kid come with his own stage crew for special effects?]

The weird ball kicking religion? Yeah. Something like that.

[tatakau]

[Someone should probably check those streetlamps because wtf is up with that lighting. Whatever.

Tsurugi's eyes blink placidly, taking in the way Bull talks about soccer before he realizes...yes, this is the man he'd been told about by Ibuki.]

Weird...ball kicking religion. [He lets that process.]

There's nothing weird about it.

[rideme]

That's what it sounds like.

[He might actually wink a minute, here. It's okay, kid, he's giving you a hard time on purpose.]

So who're you?

[tatakau]

Different things are important to different people. Soccer has given me back my freedom of being true to myself.

[His eyes never leave Bull, both serious and sincere. Sorry Bull, he's not a comedic type.]

Tsurugi Kyousuke. I'm a...friend of Shindou-san and Ibuki.

And the ace striker of the Raimon Eleven soccer team.

[rideme]

Hey, whatever floats your boat, kid.

[SHRUG. You're like a less asshole Cullen, aren't you child.]

[And then? And then he just grins.]

Ohhhhh... oh, I see.

You're the other boyfriend.

[tatakau]

[The statement shocks him, eyes widening and those pupils contracting. It makes him look softer, more innocent than the hardened, angular boy he'd only been just a moment ago.]

I...


Yes. I'm their boyfriend.

[Something he says without hesitation, his voice low and smooth like dark chocolate, eyes closing in pure bliss at just even being able to admit he can be that close to them.]

pls ignore this

[todokeru]

IT'S

and this

[mamorinuku]

SOCCER