WHO: Luci and Miss Ma-I mean Hak Soo. <3 WHEN: June 21, Monday afternoon WHERE: The Unacceptable Park WHAT: So adding to things that are unacceptable, Luci's shirtlessness is now among the top 5~
You are forgiven! <3amor_carnivalJune 22 2010, 06:38:37 UTC
Moving the ball from his knee to his chest, Luciano grinned happily as he was left to his own thoughts, if only for a moment. From his chest to his head he bounced the ball a few times before back to his foot. "That's more like it," he assured himself. Now feeling satisfied that the ball was under control and in complete submission to him, the Brazilian leaned back and eyed the goal once more. However this time he let a slight grin grace his lips. Stretching his right leg back again there was a twinkle of confidence in his eye. "vamos!" he urged the ball, kicking it again. A blur of black and white whirled through the air. Brown eyes remained glued and reaching the goal he winced.
However the ball did not return. Rather it had landed in the goal but not before it missed another player face. He chuckled at the male who was now shouting at him. Luciano ran over, apologized and recovered the ball from the goal. He wiped his brow and then looked back at the ball. Grabbing it with two hands he shook it roughly. "What are you doing?! Do you think that was funny?!" he glared at it again. But no response.
With a slight pout the tall dark male turned. Back to the drawing board. Walking back to where he was before he suddenly heard a voice that seemed to demand attention. Luciano turned his head and blinked at the Asian female with a crumpled note pad. Who in the world brought a note pad to the park? He lifted an eyebrow at her as she now began an interrogation. "Wha-? Me?" he asked pointing to himself. "What do you mean? What things?" he asked. Did he know this woman? What kind of things was she talking about exactly? A tinge of panic then grasped him. He looked at her closely. She didn't look familiar but when the lights are out, you basically go with your sense of touch than sight. He gulped.
However the ball did not return. Rather it had landed in the goal but not before it missed another player face. He chuckled at the male who was now shouting at him. Luciano ran over, apologized and recovered the ball from the goal. He wiped his brow and then looked back at the ball. Grabbing it with two hands he shook it roughly. "What are you doing?! Do you think that was funny?!" he glared at it again. But no response.
With a slight pout the tall dark male turned. Back to the drawing board. Walking back to where he was before he suddenly heard a voice that seemed to demand attention. Luciano turned his head and blinked at the Asian female with a crumpled note pad. Who in the world brought a note pad to the park? He lifted an eyebrow at her as she now began an interrogation. "Wha-? Me?" he asked pointing to himself. "What do you mean? What things?" he asked. Did he know this woman? What kind of things was she talking about exactly? A tinge of panic then grasped him. He looked at her closely. She didn't look familiar but when the lights are out, you basically go with your sense of touch than sight. He gulped.
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