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[worthtempting]

[in a clear space in the middle of camp, a six-year-old Sophie and a few teenaged boys are kicking around a soccer ball. feel free to come join and/or distract them]

Kick with the side of my foot, like this?

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[fingeroflife]

*watching you with the boyfriend, smiling. does not comment on the soccer, since he barely knows it himself*

[worthtempting]

Do you know how to play, Francescu? This is easier than swordfighting.

[fingeroflife]

Ken has taught me the basics, at least. I am a better student at this than swordplay, though not by much.

[worthtempting]

[kickin' the ball at you]

But you've got more muscles now.

[thearratik]

Oh, is this the other sort of football?

[worthtempting]

It's soccer. Ken and Terry are teaching me.

[thearratik]

That's very kind of them.

[worthtempting]

Yeah. It's really fun. They could teach you too I bet.

I'm Sophie.

[its_the_cape]

[thearratik]

Tim, yes?

[its_the_cape]

Yeah. And you're Panthera? I really don't stop to talk enough, do I?

[thearratik]

I am.

I am usually in my room painting, so I don't think I can say much.

[keeperofthesoul]

[glances over; keeps on walking.]

[its_the_cape]

*Hm*

[keeperofthesoul]

Hello?

[its_the_cape]

Hey. Not going to give soccer a try?

[runningmouth]

It's more fun to just kick it as hard as you can into the back of someone's head.

Good times.

[thearratik]

You play?

[runningmouth]

I'm not really a good sport. But I'm trying.

[thearratik]

I see. We still haven't tried that spell.