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Who: Yamamoto and ANYONE WHO WANTED TO/WANTS TO PLAY BASEBALL &hearts [The list right now is: Dino, Llyod, Kurogane, Fay, Liam, Gokudera, Max, and Lenalee. But ANYONE can feel free and join in the fun and learn to play!]
Where: Park in the first district.
Status: OPEN
Style: Your choice!
Notes: 1. This log is backdated to about three weeks ago,

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[stickinmypants]

Gokudera put some careful planning into this event too. He packed only enough cigarettes for himself over the course of an hour, two at most - though he figured he would leave well before the game was over. He wore a t-shirt and a thick hoodie over his jeans so it was more than obvious to anyone, but especially Yamamoto that he was not playing baseball. Like hell would he volunteer to share a field with him, much less cheer the bastard on. Gokudera had only come because his boredom was that extreme and he was looking forward to watching people get hit, fall, or lose and counting on all three if Bucking Horse showed up.

Rolling around a rock beneath his shoe, Gokudera lit his first cigarette, wondering why he hadn't thought to bring along a chair. Probably because that would look pathetic - it would seem like he was actually looking forward to the game. No, standing by scowling over a cigarette gave a more accurate impression of his feeling on the matter.

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Takeshi was a little surprised when the earliest person to the field showed up over the ridge in jeans and a hoodie, displeasure plastered over his expression and expanding by the moment, as if the sunshine was helping it to grow. He hadn't been too sure if Gokudera would show up at all-- much less be the first.

But his reaction to it was the same as ever.

Grin blooming wide over his own mouth, he raised an arm and waved energetically at him. "Hey, Hayato! Over here!"

And if Hayato thought that the jeans, the heavy sweater, and the curdling attitude was going to alert Yamamoto to the fact that he wasn't going to play-- haha, well. Then he'd miscalculated, slightly.

Takeshi was already thinking of what he'd teach him first. Hayato was already pretty good with his throws, after all!

[stickinmypants]

Gokudera was growling around the end of his cigarette, sending Yamamoto a glare that clearly expressed how dare you address me in public, asshole and if I wanted to talk to you, I wouldn't be putting so much energy into ignoring you as well as the usual please die, k thanks thrown in there for good measure.

But Gokudera almost forgot the most important thing, a point he'd made repeatedly the last two months, not that Yamamoto GOT the point EVER - which is exactly why it hadn't lost any of the original anger and indignation.

"WHAT DID I SAY? Stop calling me that, you bastard!"

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Yamamoto ignored any and all subliminal messaging, and instead read the body language. Hayato's body was here, so it meant he was really saying hey, it's great to see you!, and I plan to put all my energy into the game today!, as well as the usual I'm so glad to be with one of my best friends!

Or... something like that, haha!

Putting a hand through his hair and grinning, Takeshi shrugged a bit. "Haha, but you got so mad when I'd forget! I got used to it. What's wrong with calling you Hayato, Hayato?"

[stickinmypants]

A double use of his first name was not only irritating, it was fucking unacceptable! It felt like Yamamoto was mocking him and that set Gokudera off in 2 seconds flat.

"Are you making fun of me, asshole?" He plucked the cigarette from between his own lips and chucked it at Yamamoto, only given the space between them, there was no hope of the cigarette reaching and damnit, that was a waste of a good cigarette. It smoldered against the grass not far from Gokudera's feet.

If he had been thinking clearer, the least he could have done was use it to ignite a handful of bombs and throw those at the easy target, but it was done now, so Gokudera's face just screwed up in mounting anger and he fumed where he stood, empty fists balled.

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"Huh?" his face fell, literally, into a daze of confusion, not quite following Hayato's train of thought. Tilting his head a bit, and aiming a bemused grin his way, Takeshi shrugged a little and admitted, "Ah, I don't really get how that's making fun of you! It's your name, right?"

And, deciding that he probably wasn't gonna win this one (except for the fact that he already had, the trick was just making sure that Hayato didn't catch on), he tried to change the subject.

"It'll be harder to run around and stuff if you smoke, so thanks for putting it out, haha! We should warm up, first. Do you wanna stretch, or go right to warming up our throwing arms?"

[stickinmypants]

"I don't remember agreeing to play a stupid game with you," Gokudera snarled, crossing his arms over his chest - universal body language for 'hell no, I'm not cooperating', not in the mood to stretch or warm up or toss a friendly ball around. Gokudera only played sports in school because he didn't want to embarrass the Tenth - and often enough, he was in some position to support the Tenth. But the Tenth wasn't here, which meant playing around was neither beneficial, nor required of Gokudera, so he failed to see the point.

He definitely wasn't going to do it just to make Yamamoto happy.

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"..."

Hold up, processing.

Hayato knew that the baseball scrimmage was happening today.

Hayato knew that the baseball scrimmage was happening today, at this park, on this field that Takeshi had put together.

Hayato knew that the baseball scrimmage was happening today, at this park, on this field that Takeshi had put together, starting at this time.

Hayato knew all of that, and still showed up. But he hadn't shown up to play. So...

...So.

Processing Complete.

Smile going a little more sheepish, he rubbed at the back of his head and kicked softly at the ground, smiling more around the edges.

"Aw, haha. So you just came to cheer me on? Thanks, Hayato!"

[stickinmypants]

&^$#%!

That is the censored out sound of Gokudera's cursing mental rage.

His actual reply is some unintelligible growling string of curses under his breath that would probably make the trees around them blush if trees could blush. And no, this is not Gokudera blushing at all as his already closed fists tighten even more until his pale knuckles show even whiter and he takes his angst out on the rock he'd been kicking earlier, as well as a good chunk of grass beneath it.

Finally spent, Gokudera turned away from Yamamoto and lit a fresh cigarette, scowling around it.

"Break a leg."

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To Takeshi, the not-blushing and the 'break a leg' were only further proof that Gokudera was here just to make sure he did a good job and support him.

"Haha, thanks a lot!"

Smile somehow getting wider, he stepped up right behind him and slung an arm over his friend's shoulders, offering, "Hey, since we're the only one's here so far, can you warm me up a little? We could play catch, or one of us could pitch to the other!" Offered, beaming, oblivious to any ill-intent.

[stickinmypants]

Gokudera meant the threat very literally, hoping one of his long legs would just snap at the joint while he was running around like an idiot. And if that didn't work, Gokudera would be happy to break it for him if he continued to annoy him

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As Takeshi was pretty used to draping an arm around a friend; Tsuna and Gokudera usually both baring the brunt of this hobby; it was a little surprising when Gokudera suddenly got so defensive about it. But only a little, haha!

Closing an eye and putting his hands up, he laughed a bit. He wasn't really hugely intimidating by a smaller boy giving him easy questions to answer, but the cigarette smoke in his face from this angle was kinda strong. Gokudera was really something, to be able to smoke those all the time!

"Nope!"

In answer to his question.

[stickinmypants]

Defensive is too mild a word to adequately express his rage. Anger didn't even really touch the feeling Gokudera experienced, the skin-crawling, eye-burning thing he felt when Yamamoto's "friendly" arm went around him and invaded his personal space.

But the red that's seeped into his skin from his chin to his silver hairline, that's not all from the heat of his fury. But Gokudera Hayato will be the last bastard to admit he's embarrassed or that he blushes. It's just his mounting irritation while wearing this damned thick hoodie which wasn't even doing the job of making it clear that he was not interested in playing baseball.

"Then do you have any last words before I blow you to pieces?" Gokudera growled, huffing smoke like an agitated dragon, or you know, a chain-smoking teenager.

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Maybe that isn't rage, Gokudera. Maybe that's a skin rash? Allergies? Poor guy.

Yamamoto continued to look at him with that two-parts curious, one-part cheerful expression, making it very clear that were he a puppy, his tail would be wagging obliviously right now.

If Gokudera was trying to threaten him effectively, the blush-- cause it was a blush, right? He'd seen it enough times to know by now-- colored over his cheeks wasn't doing a great job of making him wary.

Just the opposite, it only convinced him more that his friend should join in the fun!

So he chose his last words carefully...

"I think it might be more fun if we just play catch, haha! We can save batting for when there are outfielders."

I have to tag this from my phone :*( LJ.....

[stickinmypants]

Are you making fun of my syphilis, asshole? I'll kill you moar!

Don't make it so easy, idiot! A stupid reply like that was just asking for Gokudera to take him up on that offer to play catch - with handfulls of lit bombs aimed at his face.

Catch that, Yamamoto!

Gokudera didn't care how happy he looked - he would be annoying to the end.

But because death threats on Yamamoto recently were always followed by a queasy feeling in his stomach, Gokudera looked slightly away and winced, glaring at Yamamoto's big nose.

"I'm not playing anything with you, got it?"

Noooo, what's LJ up to now... :(((

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Hey, SIFILUS is a very serious disease. I don't kid around about SYPHILLUS. ...But yeah, I'm totally making fun of it.

Maa, ne. Hayato always got that look on his face after he joked around now. Sighing soundlessly and giving a smile, he picked up a hand and ruffled it through Gokudera's hair lightly, not understanding where he was coming from exactly, but guessing it hadn't been a good place. Whatever that look was about.

"Okay, wanna just sit and wait for the others to show, then? I brought juice!" ...That's right. JUICE. You excited now?! Awww yeah.