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Something quiet is lurking on the lakebank.

In and out behind the rocks, dark splashes, soft noises.


[ooc: sorry about that, folks, was kidnapped for business but am returned.]

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Ajedrez has, by this point, somewhat recovered from her hangover. It wasn't terrible, in anycase, and even if she is still feeling mildly ill, she's twitchy. Get up and run and run and run, but for the sake of her head she's contenting herself with kicking a football around.

It isn't clear if she has noticed the noises yet.

Probably not.

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

Santi leaps out, after peeking, because look at what she's doing!

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

She glances up, and smiles at him.

"Hey, Santi."

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

A real ball, a not-broken beautiful one. Look at that.

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" She asks, resting a sneakered foot on the ball to stop it from moving.

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He looks at her hopefully.

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

She glances at him, then to the ball, and then gentle kicks it towards him.

[ahogarse.livejournal.com]

He stops it easily with his foot (of course he's played football) and kicks it back, with a laugh.

Not in years, since their ball burst and deflated and they hadn't had one since but of course he knows how.

[didntseeit.livejournal.com]

Ajedrez grins at the laugh. Good, he needs to laugh more. And, besides, kicking the ball is more fun with more than one person.