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January 28th, 2012Comments
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.
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!"
"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.
"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.
"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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