Apple had gotten out to the field a little bit earlier than planned, which never happened. He was infamously late but today he wanted to be on time. He had stretched and done some yoga while waiting and was just about to do a warm up lap when he saw Faith heading towards him. They were both impossible to miss, her with her blue hair and him with his hot pink shorts; surely Roanoke's finest.

"As long as yer doin' the tacklin'," he winked at her, not able to wipe out his shit eating grin. He knew he was in for a world of pain but Faith was one of the few people who would fly with him and she was fun to boot.

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Faith glared at Apple. She never really knew quite what to do with him, it was confusing. She was almost sure she liked him, but also she really enjoyed crashing into him at high speeds. "You're cruisin' for a bruisin'" she muttered, flicking the peak of his cap.

"So what do you wanna do first?" she asked as she mounted her broom and stretching her arms behind her back.

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He laughed happily and mounted his broom as well. "I'd say so ma'am," he grinned, tipping his own hat to her.

"Maybe we can take a few laps 'round the field," he suggested. "Throw some passes, run some plays, and then a little more specialized training?" he suggested. "And then some recreational fun if you're interested," he giggled looking over at his bag where there was sure to be a few ounces and a lighter.

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Faith nodded at all of Apple's suggestions, it was late enough that the sun had dipped and wouldn't be in their eyes, but that also meant there was no excuse for dropping the ball.

She followed his gaze to the bag and smirked. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" she asked him, sounding not even the least bit convincing, before grabbing the ball and kicking off up into the air. When she was high enough she adjusted her goggles and gave Apple the thumbs up.

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Apple smirked. "Not nearly enough sugar," he teased. He shrugged and kicked off, following up behind her and pulled up to stop near her. "Let's make it a race," he waggled his eyes mischievously and before she had a chance to respond, he leaned flat against the broom and took off, making a west loop around the field.

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"You fuckin' dirty cheat!" Faith shouted after him, knowing it was just wasting time before she sped off and tried in vain to catch up with Apple. Needless to say he definitely one that race and Faith was sulking.

"That wasn't even fair!" she cried, lobbing the ball at his head.

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Apple was laughing manically when he pulled his broom up at the end of his lap. He knew it had been a totally unfair race and had they been on even turf it definitely would have been an even race. He was almost sure she would beat him, of course he couldn't tell her that.

He put his hands up just in time to catch the ball as it lobbed towards his head and he laughed. "You should always know to watch our for cheap shots when I'm around," he smirked. He had learned all the best tricks from his brother.

Apple tossed the ball back to Faith, giving it a little spin and then flew in a zig zag. "'Sides, I know you're gonna clobber my ass when it comes to the tacklin' part. Let me feast on my small victory," he winked at her.

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Faith caught the ball by the tips of her fingers and begrudged Apple a smile. Isn't that what all girls wanted, for boys to admit that you could kick their butts?

"Fine. You win" she shrugged, passing the ball between her hands. "Who knew a dirty hippy could be so damn sneaky though!"

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"Hey, I shower... for the most part," he grinned. He threw his voice, trying (poorly) to imitate Russian. "I want I should smell like your dreamy Russian boy toy?" he teased.

"Hippies are plenty sneaky! You know how much shit we don't pay for?" he laughed, leaning back on his broom.

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"Was that French?" Faith raised an eyebrow and scowled. Everyone always assumed her and Sasha were a thing. Yeah, they hung around together a lot and stuff but couldn't two people just be friends? "He's not my boy toy!" she pouted.

"You don't pay for damn soap" she teased Apple, circling around him lazily.

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"It was s'posed to be Russian," he laughed lazily, he waved off her comment though, flapping his hand at her. "Yeah, sure and Icihrou Sato is an evil robot from Mars."

He laughed. "Hey I steal my soap from the refill stations fair and square. Wasted a perfectly good water bottle doing it too..." he grumbled about the wasted plastic for a minute before looking at her as if he were completely lost in his own little world of soap and plastic bottles. "It is a well orchestrated exercise in liberating soap," he said as if he were finally getting back on topic.

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