Seventeenth Flame-[Action]

[gogglesyndrome]

[Taichi's busy running around Luceti with a stack of these fliers, pinning them anywhere he can because well, today seems like a good day to get started with the soccer team and he's bored anyway. After this last experiment seems like people could use a pick-me-up. So, that's what he's doing now, feel free to run into him (or have him literally run into you, whichever) as he's going around advertising]

[ooc: depending on vote, we can either assume that this whole soccer-club thing happened, or I can start a log and anybody can jump in and we'll do it that way, however every/anybody wants to go about it. Also the list is slightly outdated so if I missed anybody who talked to him about it before, sorry!]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

It's actually really close to our house, right across from it. We're almost there.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Huh. Not sure how I missed it.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Well you were locked up for a week.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Makes a face.] Don't remind me.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Just saying. [oh hey they're here] Come on. [drags him inside]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Following, making faces at you.] I can walk just fine, you know.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[shrugs and lets go] Fine. What do you want? [already eying a cupcake]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

...something lemon-flavored. [Browsing.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

...[smirks a little] Like a tart or a cookie or what?

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Tarts are good, yeah. [No we're not distracted by absolutely nothing, why do you ask?]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Yeah we can totally tell. Kay gonna order a lemon tart and a chocolate cupcake, taking the bag in his hand. Then without grabbing Yamato's wrist again he'll start walking because his treehouse is close enough anyway]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Oh okay, following because we have no choice.] Wh-- Where are we going?

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, it'll be a surp-..oh guess not cause they're already at the tree house and Taichi's climbing up the ladder]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[...Oh. Blinks, but follows. You have my tart, sir.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Come get it. Takes his cupcake out of the bag and lightly shoves the bag toward him while taking the rest of the soccer fliers and looking them over, licking icing off of the top of the cupcake]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Fine, fine. Takes the bag, setting down his pile of fliers and frowning a little at them.] Your handwriting...

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

What about it? [still busy eating his cupcake, icing first]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

...it's atrocious. [Grins a little.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Thanks a lot. [but he'll grin a little too anyway]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

... [Leans on a pillow and breaks off a piece of his tart to nom on thoughtfully.] How many people are you supposed to have on each team?

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Depends if anybody actually shows up. Traditionally it's eleven but who knows if we'll get that many this time around.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

...you mind teaching me? [Glances up at him belatedly.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[He's focused elsewhere though, so he doesn't notice] Sure, definitely. You were going to be at the field anyway so might as well teach you.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Nods, breaking off another piece of his tart to chew on and continuing to stare at the flier.] Cool.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It'll be fun...you've never played before at all?