http://ahogarse.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-06-06 07:39 pm
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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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[identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com 2007-06-06 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Santi leaps out, after peeking, because look at what she's doing!

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-06 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She glances up, and smiles at him.

"Hey, Santi."

[identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com 2007-06-06 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)


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

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You okay?" She asks, resting a sneakered foot on the ball to stop it from moving.

[identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:11 am (UTC)(link)


He looks at her hopefully.

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
She glances at him, then to the ball, and then gentle kicks it towards him.

[identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ajedrez grins at the laugh. Good, he needs to laugh more. And, besides, kicking the ball is more fun with more than one person.
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