The Sport of Kings! The Excellent Team Begins!

[fallowmybelieve]

Characters: X, anyone else interested in athletic funtimes. (Open!)
What: The first official practice of the Zenithia (insert sport here) team.
Where: Zenithia's gymnasium.
When: Monday, July 13. Sometime after classes.
Warnings: Duck.

Setting up a sports team had been easy. So far, anyway. Now the big day was here, and X didn't really have any clue

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[009_madeofmetal]

"..." Metalman fixed X with a characteristically steely eye, seemingly unmoved by the Reploid's clever appeal to his obligation as an authorital figure. It had initially come across as more of a guilt trip than anything else, but the more he thought about it (and he did for several good long seconds) and the more he stared at X's painfully innocent and strikingly familiar face (which was what he had coincidentally been leering at those several good long seconds), the more reasonable X's case became.

In fact it actually sounded like a Good Idea, which was actually a bad thing because Wilybots were only supposed to go along with Good Ideas that were inherently Bad and unfortunately this one was inherently Good because look who was suggesting it. Now was when Metalman metaphorically slammed the I'm-just-doing-it-as-a-favor card down on the table, which in reality was reflected by his never-ending serious business face even as he wordlessly extended his hand for the mallet.

"It is possible to remain lost even with a guidance system." Metalman's expression relaxed, defeat admitted, and added in a markedly lighter tone of voice that seemed to grudgingly acknowledge some maybe possibly potential ineptitude, "I won't make any promises."