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[Ibuki seems proud at least, as he grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.]
You're the last line of defense between the goal and the field, and you have to make sure the defense is working in unison. They look to you on what to do.
[He has to laugh. It's a much better reaction that what he was expecting. Not all adults really...accepted things like that so easily. Good to see this guy was as open minded about that sort of thing as he initially thought.]
[He laughs, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walk. A habit one of his boyfriends happened to have, and one he found himself doing just out of habit himself.]
[Good thing he put his hands in his pockets. Otherwise, Bull might have been tempted to hold an arm out. Make him do pull-ups on it. Why the hell is this boy built like the Boss?]
[He probably would, honestly. Athletes will climb on anything if you give them enough of an incentive. Just ask his boyfriends.
Ibuki stumbles forward, arms throwing themselves out from his pockets to catch himself should he need to. A reflex if anything, and if he's upset about it, he certainly doesn't look it, a chuckle uttered under his breath.]
But that arm goes around his shoulder, and he can feel himself getting pulled closer to the large man and feeling the knuckles against his scalp. It's not hard, and he's definitely had this kind of treatment from his own father and basketball coach.]
Besides, I met them through soccer. So unless you know it, you can't really compare.
[His head leans into that headlock, although his arms are firmly on that arm in an 'attempt' to pry him off.]
That's what I thought, too. I wasn't a soccer freak to start, but it gets to you sometimes. Seeing someone so into it where their life depends on it...
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You're the last line of defense between the goal and the field, and you have to make sure the defense is working in unison. They look to you on what to do.
I had to learn that.
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Looks like you're a tactics man at heart then.
[He laughs a little, though it's not mocking, and gives him an Iron Bull slap on the shoulder.]
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Something like that.
[He takes it, rubbing his shoulder and smirking.]
C'mon, you want food or not?
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"Do I want food".
That's like, "do you breathe air". Let's get pizza.
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Lead the way, I could go for some pizza!
[It was pretty rare where he lived, more like a novelty if you could even find a place that served it.]
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[That's a joke. Bull won't try to outpace a kid. That'd take more of an asshole than he actually is.]
But you're getting your own. I don't share those things unless we're a thing.
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[Even as tall as he is, though, Bull is significantly taller, and he has to take long strides to match that pace.]
Fine by me. You're not even my type.
[Definitely meant to be a joke, but he's not too far off from the real thing--his type is definitely more like a prince.]
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[He totally is. A little bit. Not taking as long of strides as he could.]
Yeah, I like older people, too.
[His type is: OF AGE AND CONSENTING.]
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Yeah, like I said, not my type. I like em my age.
I've got one, actually.
[Two, if he's being honest.]
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[Because of course Bull is going to ask that question. He can't not pry a little.]
[In the curious, good-natured way he usually does.]
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[Well, he said 'they'.]
One's the strong silent type, the other's practically a princess.
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Going for two at once then, eh?
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Well, he was already dating when I fell for one of them. Just happened to fall for the other guy, too.
And...guess they both liked me.
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And you're what? Thirteen? Damn, kid, you've got game.
[Hey, don't worry, Bull is, if nothing else, an accepting guy.]
They into it too?
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[Look, that's a big deal to teenagers!
But he smiles down, one of those giant hands rubbing against the back of his neck.]
Yeah, wouldn't have agreed to it if they weren't both on board.
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[He loops one meaty arm around the kid's shoulders.]
You going to give me some pointers on that one or what?
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Well first you need two guys who flirt with you.
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Hahaha! Wow! Low blow there, kid!
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[He laughs, shoving his hands into his pockets as they walk. A habit one of his boyfriends happened to have, and one he found himself doing just out of habit himself.]
Can't have a threesome without two boyfriends.
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Yeah? No shit. Tell me something I don't know.
[SHOVE.]
[Like, you know. A friendly one.] Asshole.
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Ibuki stumbles forward, arms throwing themselves out from his pockets to catch himself should he need to. A reflex if anything, and if he's upset about it, he certainly doesn't look it, a chuckle uttered under his breath.]
Hey! You're lucky I don't charge for this advice!
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[Sorry, Ibuki. You're both shittalkers.]
[He's also going to sling an arm out, loop around those shoulders and, in a grand expression of affection, drag his knuckles through Ibuki's hair.]
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[You don't 'settle' by asking for MORE, Ibuki.
But that arm goes around his shoulder, and he can feel himself getting pulled closer to the large man and feeling the knuckles against his scalp. It's not hard, and he's definitely had this kind of treatment from his own father and basketball coach.]
Besides, I met them through soccer. So unless you know it, you can't really compare.
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[Good, because that's a headlock that just won't quit. Even while they're heading down the street.]
[No one's going to stare because fuck you that's why it's an AU.]
You're making this sound less like a game, and more like some kind of weird ass religious experience, kid.
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[His head leans into that headlock, although his arms are firmly on that arm in an 'attempt' to pry him off.]
That's what I thought, too. I wasn't a soccer freak to start, but it gets to you sometimes. Seeing someone so into it where their life depends on it...
It converts you.
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