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[chicksdigdogs]

So I got an email from Coach this morning asking me to meet him when I got through with classes. Pretty much guaranteed I wasn't really paying attention in anything--'xcept Comparative Anatomy 'cause we were dissecting a calf--and I couldn't really tell you whether I dawdled or I raced over to the fieldhouse where he's got his office, 'cause from

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[sensus_diversus]

HEY MAN. Need help with the tacklin', I'm up for it.

(Are we introduced? Hiyori here. Apt. 20)

[chicksdigdogs]

AWESOME. You play, too?

(I...dunno. Weird if we aren't 'cause I've seen you around. But I'm Kiba, number 9. Or 10 or 11 now, if you're going by the jersey I haven't got yet.)

[sensus_diversus]

No, but I can tackle.

(Well, now we are.)

[chicksdigdogs]

Awesome. When're you free?

[sensus_diversus]

Well, Ma's expectin' me for Easter, so try me on Tuesday, r'somethin'.