CHARACTERS: Weiss Thynne and anyone!
LOCATION/SETTING: one of the dorm student lounges
DATE & TIME Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS none!
SUMMARY: Weiss is watching the English-Rwanda game in the U-17 World Cup. And is yelling at the TV, because of course nothing and no one is ever good enough.
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they're the boys in red and white )
"Supposed to be? Why don't you ask yourself that, it's your opinion."
Of course, it doesn't occur to her that this will probably start up an argument she's not exactly prepared for, but ah well. Carpe Diem and all that.
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"But John Peacock is an intelligent man. I cannot believe a club of his is playing so disgracefully." The British accent might help explain why Weiss is so caught up in the game, though really it was less than half the story. "So you see, it has nothing to do with opinion."
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"Maybe they're just having a bad day, or one of the players is sick. It could be anything." In the back of her mind, a voice tells her to apologize for her possible ignorance, but that voice, as is Alyss' way, gets punted to the back of her British mind.
"But I do understand what you're getting at. We all expect constant greatness from our favorites."
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The camera focused on Hope as he drove down the field, and Weiss jabbed a finger at the image. "He's wearing number nine," Weiss insisted. "My number nine." He bit back a groan as the cross was headed away by a defender. "I can hardly stop myself from growing older, but my replacement should certainly be better than this."
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Wait. His number nine? With a blink, she reaches back into the recesses of her mind to figure this out, 'cause if she remembers one thing from her nights spent with Romilly watching football games (though mostly Englands games), it's the players and their numbers. Number nine, number nine...
Her eyes snap open with a gasp. "Weiss Thynne! Oh, bloody hell." She almost rolls her eyes, but she has to be polite, because even she knows she's committed the greatest of felonies. "Sorry. I hadn't realized." But despite her apology, she only looks a bit apologetic.
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Which still didn't mean he had to be polite. "At least you did," he answered. "Now do you understand my frustration? If I were playing it would never have come to this."
And yet...he somehow couldn't quite leave it there. This person - and it wasn't lost on him that she was a fellow countryman - seemed to know football, at least a little. It wasn't often he got to talk British football with someone - even his most reliable friends ended up tuning him out every so often. "So you follow the national teams?" Surely if she watched U-17 she would watch the real thing as well.
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"Kind of. I'm not much of a sports person, but my little sister is and she used to talk me into watching football with her." She smiles at the memory of years past, closing her camera case. "But now I can only watch it with her when I go back to London during the holidays, so I've fallen behind. I know a bit, however." But don't expect a huge in-conversation, Weiss.
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He was not really the type to offer her a seat or invite her to stay, but perhaps he was also too used to people who would do whatever they wanted regardless. Instead he just looked back at her. "As long as you two aren't Tottenham fans," he said, naming his team's biggest rival, "then we should be fine."
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"Yeah, she'll think I'm pulling her leg." She shakes her head briefly, then pauses to think. She'll probably be in this room for a bit longer, and she's not one to just stand there. Finally, she shrugs and walks around the couch to sit. "Not to worry, we aren't." After a moment of thought, she speaks again. "I'm Alyss, by the way. Spelled differently than the girl who followed a dapperly-dressed rabbit down an altogether too spacious rabbit hole."
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"I understand that siblings can sometimes be...difficult."
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She snerks at that, a hand raised to her mouth. "You're telling me. I have three, and two of them are twins."
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"A large family. Must have been entertaining." Not that Weiss had any complaints about his own family, but he had to wonder what it would have been like.
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"If it had to be one thing, it would probably be entertaining, yes. Also loud." She gives him a knowing glance, complete with a brief raise of her eyebrows. "But I digress." She pulls her bag onto her lap and opens it, gently taking her camera out. "Last chance to change your mind, then." She raises the camera to her eye and faces him, adjusting the focus.
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The thing about being (at best) a D-list celebrity was that Weiss was fairly used to things such as having his picture taken. Something like this was harmless, after all - what could she possibly do with a photo of him sitting on a couch? Weiss was not that suspicious.
"Just don't expect me to say cheese or any other such nonsense," he said, though he did manage to make himself look at least pleasant.
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With a chuckle, she fiddled with the zoom. "I think that's all bloody stupid. If someone's talking during a shot, it messes it up. Now then, chin a bit down, a bit to the right..." click! she pulls her camera away and checks the shot. "Not bad," She leans over a bit to show the photo to him. "hm?"
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