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 )
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"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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Fortunately he was able to spot it when he walked through the doorway, waiting patiently for him on a tabletop in the center of the room untouched. Just as Hitsugaya started to make his way to retrieve it, he jumped at an unexpected outburst coming from the other side of the room.
It didn't take him very long to realize who it was, judging by the voice, and after his eyes fell on a tuft of white hair at the other end of the room he instantly knew.
"Thynne..?" he subconsciously muttered. Hitsugaya was fairly surprised; it seemed out of character for Weiss to shout at that volume. Then again, it wasn't as if he'd known Weiss that well, so he couldn't be one to judge.
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So he turned around, one arm resting along the back of the couch as he looked to see who had arrived. "Ah, it's you," he said once he spotted Hitsugaya. "We seem to find ourselves running into each other quite a lot." Not that it was a bad thing. Just something he noticed. Only worth commenting on at times like this, where he was steadfastly trying to regain his composure and ignore the television behind him.
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A soccer game- football game, rather, he corrected mentally; a 'World Cup' at that. Disappointingly enough, Hitsugaya had never witnessed a soccer game involving professional players in-person nor on a television set, so this definitely caught his interest.
But he immediately caught himself before he could get too indulged in watching the game. There were others in the room, and he didn't want them to get any more excited over the idea that he and Weiss were twins. "You're creating a bit of a ruckus." Hitsugaya commented.
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His face darkened at the reminder, his eyes flicking to the other people in the room, noticing for the first time how the others have distanced themselves. "Perhaps I shouldn't indulge myself, but having to sit here and watch this is absolutely infuriating. We won the Cup last year and now we're simply embarrassing ourselves." He sounded like he was taking it personally, even more than most fans. Well, there was a reason for that: "I cannot understand what's happened. Other than my leaving, of course." His tone was matter-of-fact, no matter how arrogant the words sounded.
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