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[He takes this moment to look back at her, his eyes having lost the usual darkness they often carried. It only lasts a moment, as they cast to the foot on his shoulder and then to her face, before he quickly turns back to his soda, sipping to avoid the question a moment.]
I stretch before I take to the field too.
[He smirks, though, eyes going half lid.] Can't say I'm as flexible as you, though.
[Another sip of his drink, eyes never leaving the field to return her gaze.]
I can find plenty of faults with you if you miss 'em that bad.
[His tone is playful, at least. If there's one thing Matatagi's new personality gave, it was honesty with a strange hint of fondness. Like a tricky little kitten that wants to play with you.]
[She does hear the lightness of his tone, different from back when his hair first turned blue and he yelled at the Captain before he got re-converted.]
[And there it is--for a split second, if you caught Matatagi's face, you could catch the soft bewildered expression that ghosted over it. Just a fraction of a second showing an awkward, stumbling-for-balance boy who couldn't find words.
Only for a second, though--her comment shaken off like a dog shaking off the rain.
She's just fucking with him.]
Let's just run--c'mon!!
[As he takes off without her, although not exactly going his fastest--endurance was key in this sport, right?
..Or was he just making sure she'd be able to catch up?]
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[It's not a snappish response. Just firm and proud, any past experiences not taking away from her dedication to her original sport at all.]
I'm a pro. I know my own limits and what to do. Besides, you know how flexible I am!
[She is, in fact, flexible like a Gumby doll.]
What about you?
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I stretch before I take to the field too.
[He smirks, though, eyes going half lid.] Can't say I'm as flexible as you, though.
That takes talent.
[Was that genuine...? It sounded that way.]
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[But the bite is gone from her voice as well, words followed by a short giggle as she leans further against him.]
I'm not as fast as you, either.
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[Another sip of his drink, eyes never leaving the field to return her gaze.]
I can find plenty of faults with you if you miss 'em that bad.
[His tone is playful, at least. If there's one thing Matatagi's new personality gave, it was honesty with a strange hint of fondness. Like a tricky little kitten that wants to play with you.]
You are pretty slow.
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I'm quick witted and that's what matters!
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Dicks.]
Quick wit doesn't get the ball, though...~
C'mon, do some laps with me, Nozaki.
[He rattles the can, hearing the distinct swish of that last bottom bit that you can never get out of a soda can.]
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[She finally lowers her foot from his shoulder, actually raising it up before lowering her leg without ever breaking her balance.]
That's quite some date invitation! Is my heart a-fluttering? But sure.
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Only for a second, though--her comment shaken off like a dog shaking off the rain.
She's just fucking with him.]
Let's just run--c'mon!!
[As he takes off without her, although not exactly going his fastest--endurance was key in this sport, right?
..Or was he just making sure she'd be able to catch up?]