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Max Carrigan has never been what you would call athletic. There was a prevailing attitude at his high school that if you wanted to attract girls, sports were an easy way to do it, but Max had always found it easier to simply be himself, and to better result than any of those sad fuckers on the football team. He stayed active enough, though, all

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[gonewiththereap]

Sometimes, Daisy just likes to come and watch. The men are a beautiful thing that are always on display and she's never disappointed. Today, she perches down precariously and picks up the basketball, looking curiously at it before she throws it back towards Max. "What's got you on the sudden athletic kick, honey?" she asks, as if she ought to be worried about it.

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"I don't know," Max replies as he looks back to Daisy, scratching fingers through his perpetually-messy hair. "It just seemed like a good idea. I wasn't even high when I thought of it. I guess maybe part of me feels like I'm missing out or something."

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Daisy simply gives him the sympathetic look that most women give their puppies when they've done something so adorably stupid and can't figure out the why of it. "Well, I think you look delightful as you are, you don't need any orange lumps to prove that otherwise to me. If you're going to exercise, I really do hope you'd do it in a far more interesting way. Not..." She wrinkles her nose. "...team sports."

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"Is it still technically a team sport if I'm the only one playing?" Max asks with a smirk, and proving how little provocation he needs to abandon the entire basketball endeavor, crosses to Daisy and plunks down beside her on the bleachers. "I wasn't bad at golf, once upon a time."

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An appreciative whistle sinks into a laugh as Jude watches his friend line up the shot and fail to make it.

Clapping slowly as he wanders the rest of the way onto the court, he considers continuing across it to fetch the still-bouncing ball, rough noises against the floor, then considers that he'd have to keep sauntering all the way over there instead of stopping next to Max, folding himself into a relaxed stance.

"Think you need to stick with golf, mate."

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"I think you're right," Max agrees as he continues affording the basket ball a dubious look, the concession incredibly easy to make under the circumstances. "There were all these guys in high school," he continues, looking over to Jude, "They were always telling me I needed to play, because I'm tall, I guess. Show's how much they knew, they were fucking lucky I said no."

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"Huh," he huffs, tilting his head back and narrowing his eyes, as if noticing Max's height for the first time. Far from it, his long lines have always stood out in Jude's mind, but the things they could be put to, the sort of work they could support, don't. Eyes flicking over him, Jude doesn't see him made for basketball so much as long sprawls and grand gestures.

"Suppose they figured you closer to the basket," smirking at the distance from where they stand; "Want to keep trying? Least rubbish one does the laundry."

Considering the skills they both bring to the table, judging "least rubbish" might prove just as hard as aiming their shots.

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"I do the laundry anyway," Max protests, which isn't entirely true but true enough by his own standards: Daisy had gotten him somewhat (If not completely) trained well before Jude had turned up again. "Do they even have basketball in England?"

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"Wow, man," Nate remarked from his spot by the door. He was dressed and ready to go for a little time on the court himself, and he'd kind of hoped for a pick-up game. But he hadn't expected Max. "That was almost impressive," he said, trying to keep a straight face but failing. Sarcasm wasn't Nate's strong suit.

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"Hey-" Max counters, pointing across the court at Nate. "Basketball may not be my forte, but if you need someone to be a lazy fucker, there is no one better qualified. Just you remember that."

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"Right, next time I'm in need of a lump on the couch, I'll know who to call." He half-jogged over to the ball with loose, easy strides and scooped it up. "Seriously though, man, can you make a shot or were you just fucking around?"

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"I'm really that good," Max confesses, his smile lopsided as he lopes over to Nate. "The talent just oozes out of me, I'm sure you can feel it. You can touch me if you like," he adds, holding a skinny arm out.