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 Also the list is slightly outdated so if I missed anybody who talked to him about it before, sorry!]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Nudge-shove.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[does it back]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[...Shove. Playfully, though.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[brb tackling and pinning]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Owowow, wings, flinching.] Hey--! [Actually shoving now, but more in a reflexive gtfo that hurts kind of way.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[in reaction then, he'll be rolling them over so Yamato's suddenly on top. Wait. That's not good either.]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Why am I suddenly sitting on you. Making a comically perplexed face, sitting back on his haunches to let you up.] ...wings are a pain in the ass.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[grumbles and sits up] No kidding.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Watches with an odd sort of morbid fascination as said wings twitch and puff and flail and rearrange themselves to sit straight-out on his back, as if peeved.] ...Seriously, why is that even necessary.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[attempts to flap his wings...and watches them spazz again before settling in an awkward bent sort of shape] Hell if I know.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Fffff. Headscratch.] It's not even like they serve any real purpose.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Keeping us alive?

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Flops forward and to the side a little, onto his stomach but away from Tai's lap.] Seems like they don't even do that real well. [Pointed eyebrow quirk.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[flops down on his stomach next to him] That was the experiment's fault though, not the wings.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

They still don't seem to great at it.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Maybe my wings are out of shape because of the accident.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Mine seem to like looking angry. ...kind of like a pissed off chihuahua.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

...your cat's stuck up in a tree.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Oh god facepalm. But laughing anyway.]

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[just laughs too then because hey, we like being happy with our bffl]

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Arm-punch.] Idiot.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

But you laughed anyway.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Yeah well you're a funny idiot.

[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Gee thanks. [shoves a bit] Jerk.

[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Laughs softly.] It's not like I try.