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Who: Clark and whoever wants to join 8D
What: Basketball.
When: Monday afternoon, July 13th.
Where: Courtyard behind the castle.
Rating: G
Clark had a bit of time to kill before dinner with Lois.
Basketball was a good old time waster. Mindless. Effortless. That he knew of, people didn’t often make use of the lone makeshift net he had made when he was relatively new here, and admittedly, Clark didn’t make much use of it, either.
He paced, dribbling the ball a few times.
“So I have to tell Lois this is a date between friends,” Clark said, “You know Lois. If I do that, she’ll probably change her mind and claim she forgot about something else, and put a raincheck on it. Then, later, she’ll try to claim it never happened.”
The golden retriever laying in the grass lifted his head, and gave a low whine. Clark gave an amused little huff. He dribbled the ball once, and then tossed it into the air. The ball sailed thirty feet and passed through the basket.
“Or at least my Lois would.”
The ball bounced and rolled away. For a moment, Clark just stood there, as the net on the basket swung to a slow halt, and the ball went off the interlocking stone pathway and into in the grass, where it game to a halt. Clark just watched it for a moment, lost in thought.
Lois took him off guard every time.
With a sigh, Clark started walking after the ball, and he leant down and picked it up. Rotating it between his palms, he turned to look at his dog.
“What do you think, Shelby? Do I tell her, or just go with it?”
He wasn’t really expecting an answer.
What: Basketball.
When: Monday afternoon, July 13th.
Where: Courtyard behind the castle.
Rating: G
Clark had a bit of time to kill before dinner with Lois.
Basketball was a good old time waster. Mindless. Effortless. That he knew of, people didn’t often make use of the lone makeshift net he had made when he was relatively new here, and admittedly, Clark didn’t make much use of it, either.
He paced, dribbling the ball a few times.
“So I have to tell Lois this is a date between friends,” Clark said, “You know Lois. If I do that, she’ll probably change her mind and claim she forgot about something else, and put a raincheck on it. Then, later, she’ll try to claim it never happened.”
The golden retriever laying in the grass lifted his head, and gave a low whine. Clark gave an amused little huff. He dribbled the ball once, and then tossed it into the air. The ball sailed thirty feet and passed through the basket.
“Or at least my Lois would.”
The ball bounced and rolled away. For a moment, Clark just stood there, as the net on the basket swung to a slow halt, and the ball went off the interlocking stone pathway and into in the grass, where it game to a halt. Clark just watched it for a moment, lost in thought.
Lois took him off guard every time.
With a sigh, Clark started walking after the ball, and he leant down and picked it up. Rotating it between his palms, he turned to look at his dog.
“What do you think, Shelby? Do I tell her, or just go with it?”
He wasn’t really expecting an answer.