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[hatesthefood]

Heh... nothing like an evening spent kicking the ball around. I'd love to find some people to play with, but if I can't, then that's all good. It's still enough to make me happy.

Comments

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Start organizing.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

No teasing me, Mamoru. It's not nice.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

I'm serious. I'm sure there are enough people around who might be interested in a few friendly games.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I know Umi was talking about wanting to learn, and she said something about me working with the kids here, too.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

That's a start.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I guess.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Boys against girls. Umi's apartment is an entire team itself.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, they're a little full at the moment.

So you planning on being on my team?

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Only if you want to lose.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I doubt it. Come on. Come play with me.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

I think I'll pass on that particular humiliation.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Alright. I'll leave you alone about it.

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

Go have fun with Euphie.

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yes sir.

[ooc: Ken says 'wow, I just got the brush off'. ^^;]

[whatsapersia.livejournal.com]

[He did noooot! But Ken, it's been 9 years. You should know that soccer inevitably ends with Mamoru tripping over his own feet.]