"Puddlemere?" James wouldn't mind playing for them. They were an amazing team, and they had a reputation for knowing talent when they saw it. "Fuck, I'm going to have to work harder if I want them to look at me. Right now I like the Wasps. Their scout's been the most open about everything."
He sat, unlacing his shin guards. "Did I really get distracted during practice?" Maybe he needed to cool it with Cepheus for a bit. "I'd hate for a scout to see that."
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