(Sure)
Max wasn't really paying attention to anything around him until he felt someone bump into him, making his glasses to fall off his face and making him fall to the ground. "Sorry," He quickly muttered before looking at the person he had bumped into, but everything was blurry. He realized his glasses weren't on his face and he looked around on the floor for them.
"Think I could stick around and watch you practice today?"She smiled at Reese. "I'd like to watch a pro to sorta get a feel for it."
(Sure)
Max wasn't really paying attention to anything around him until he felt someone bump into him, making his glasses to fall off his face and making him fall to the ground. "Sorry," He quickly muttered before looking at the person he had bumped into, but everything was blurry. He realized his glasses weren't on his face and he looked around on the floor for them.
“Oof, no, you don’t have to be sorry, I should be. Running through the halls probably isn’t the best method for getting to places,” August apologized quickly, then realized he had knocked the persons glasses off.
“Here, let me get those for you.” He reached down and carefully took the glasses from the floor and handed them back to the stranger.
"Oh-um-thank you…" Max muttered, taking his glasses and putting them on. He then stood up and glanced at the man, a small blush of embarrassment apparent on his face. "Also, it's fine. It's kind of my fault too, I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening around me."
“No way man, it’s all on me,” August smiled and stuck out his hand a bit awkwardly. “My name’s August, August Bailey. Nice to meet you, no matter what the circumstances happened to be.” His face started to itch a bit, a side affect of being nervous.
Max chuckled and shook the other's hand. "I'm Maximus Kallos, but you can call me Max." He had a small smile on his face. "And here, what if we split it. Then it's both of our fault?"
“Fine, fine, we can call it 50/50. Cool name, by the way,” August said as he withdrew his hand and ran it through his hair.
"Oh, thanks, and same to you," Max replied as he fiddled with his fingers, something he did when he was nervous.
group
Blaze left his electronic music class with his bag in hand. He just finished up his project that was given to him just a few days ago. Since he loved music so much he wanted to get started on it as much possible. He didn't have his next class until a few hours later so he decided to walk around the quad on campus with the benches nearby. He took his sponge out from his bag and started brushing his hair and making sure it was even on all sides as he walked out the building. He found a spot on a bench and took his laptop to start working on his next piece. He put his headphones on and silently nodded to the music while working.
(I keep thinking that my character is taller than yours, be he’s in fact an inch shorter)
August nodded.
“Hey, sorry again, and is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He adjusted the strap of his backpack a bit before focusing his attention on Max again.
(Lol)
"No, it's perfectly fine. You don't need to do anything," Max said quickly, still fiddling with his fingers.
Blaze left his electronic music class with his bag in hand. He just finished up his project that was given to him just a few days ago. Since he loved music so much he wanted to get started on it as much possible. He didn't have his next class until a few hours later so he decided to walk around the quad on campus with the benches nearby. He took his sponge out from his bag and started brushing his hair and making sure it was even on all sides as he walked out the building. He found a spot on a bench and took his laptop to start working on his next piece. He put his headphones on and silently nodded to the music while working.
Bridget tapped her foot anxiously. Fine. Since he wasn't coming out, she decided to wait. She sat down on a bench, the same bench as a boy with earbuds in. She made sure to sit as far away from him as possible. Her gaze was forward and her posture straight – she nearly looked like a statue.
"Think I could stick around and watch you practice today?"She smiled at Reese. "I'd like to watch a pro to sorta get a feel for it."
"Oh, my practice isn't for a little while. I just came out here to work on a skill, but, of course, you can stay! And I'm far from a pro," she assured A firmly. "Very far."
"Still better then me." She grinned. "Plus, you can't be great if you don't enjoy something, and you don't just enjoy it, you live for it."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Do you want to practice with me?" she asked. "I could get another stick for you."
"I don't know how good I'll be, but sure! As long as I'm not too much of a bother."
"You're not a bother. You're fun!" Reese chirped. "I'm going to the shed – be right back!" She sprinted across the field to a storage shed on the other side. On the side of the shed facing the field, a mural was painted.
A. watched her run across the field, and looked around, at the mural, at everything. She liked it here.
Reese returned with a wagon filled with hockey balls and a stick for A. "Here!" she offered the TK™ stick to her.
She took the stick, tossing it from one hand to the other a couple of times. "These are way better than the ones my high school gave us."
Reese took out a ball with her stick and aerial dribbled it a couple touches. "Want to just pass to warm-up?"
((now would be a GREAT time to tell you that i actually know very little about sports
"Sure thing, pretty lady."
(Oh… I actually play hockey, lol. I can teach you!)
Reese turned slightly pink. "W-Well, first you hold your hands like this… Left hand at the top of the stick and right hand where the grip meets the shaft." She demonstrated.
A. studied Reese's hands for a second before copying her. "Like this?"
"Yep! And when you pass, you want to keep the movement in the wrists." She demonstrated against a rebound board she'd also grabbed from the shed. "See?" She did it again.
"Can you…do that just a couple more times?" She scratched the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed.
Reese passed to the board. "And see, when I receive, my stick is slightly angled and straight. If it isn't angled, the ball could fly up and hit you in the face."
"God, I can't tell you how many times I've hit myself in the face with a puck." She laughed, and fiddled with the ball before trying it herself.
Reese watched her. "That's good," she commented.
"Think so? It feels weird not doing it on ice, all off balance."
