Match 8

[mathisradical]

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[ Between keeping up with school, trying not to get bitten by zombies, fighting the zombies, and Marui being permanently droned, Niou really hasn't had much time to relax. But the moment he gets it, he decides to go straight to the tennis courts. Tennis really is relaxing for him, especially when it's just a rally against the wall.

Despite the fact that he's tired as fuck, he'll keep up his usual snark and wit if you talk to him. ]

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[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He notices her almost as soon as she stops to watch, but he doesn't stop playing for another few moments. Finally, when the ball comes flying back at him, he catches it instead of hitting it. He turns to look at her, wearing his razor-sharp grin. ]

Yanno, they say that pictures last longer.

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

H-huh?

N-no, I mean! Picturs.... pictures probably can't capture how well you were, um... D-don't let me interrupt, I'm not trying to be rude!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ His grin widens. It's a good thing he doesn't hate you. If he did, there'd be a lot more mocking going on. ]

You wanna give it a try? [ He holds out his racket. ] You were pretty good at bowlin'. Maybe you'll be good at this, too.

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

H-huh? M-me?



A-are you sure? I mean... to tell the truth, I don't even know the first thing about tennis... just that it's fun to watch.

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ] Who the fuck else would I be talkin' to?

It's easy to do. All y'gotta do for now is hit the ball back and forth. Clear the net, and we'll talk about specifics later.

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

Well, I... I'd really like to learn to play tennis, so um...



Okay! I'll give it my best shot, then! um... Is using your racket really okay, though?

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ If she's any good, he'll recruit her for the Mayfield tennis team he eventually plans on starting. He's not just getting a good time out of this. ]

I have three of 'em. [ He played tennis on a national level team back at home. Everyone had at least three rackets.

He crosses the courts to get another one from his tennis bag and a couple of balls as well. ]

Don't worry, sugar. I'll go easy on you.

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

Three?



O-okay... but I'm going to try to catch on quick, so... so don't hold back too much!

Fffft, deleted the first attempt at the comment because of HTML fail. /o\

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ She's obviously never been on the bad end of one of his pranks.

He flashes her a grin. ]

If you insist. You ready? [ He bounces a ball against the court a couple of times. ]

That's fine~! >u<

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

Yup!



I'm ready when you are!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He bounces the ball a few more times before tossing it into the air and hitting it over the net. It's a gentle serve, not one he'd use if he were playing against someone who knew what they were doing. And certainly not one he'd use if he were in a tournament back at home. ]

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

Ah---!! I... I got it!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

Good job. [ Another easy hit across the net. ] Keep it up.

[fatedmagica.livejournal.com]

Oh! S-sorry! I missed it!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

It's fine. You were doin' good. Better than a lot of people I've seen. [ He doesn't bother to retrieve the ball. He just pulls another one out of his pocket. ] You wanna keep goin'?