there should be a way to commit seppuku with a catcher's mitt somehow.
Hey, how about we indulge the chibi this time, huh.
>( YOU'RE JUST A FREAKISHLY TALL!
sighs and nods towards Rio.
crouches at the exact position Shun did a while a go.
is this far enough for you?
Let's start warm up with the straights.
shrugs and obliges him. At this point, he doesn't particularly care.
catches the first pitch with a slight fumbling. "Ah, still fast."
throwing harder on purpose.
throws back the ball, and signals for a forkball.
crouches lower to protect his crotch... just in case Jun-san decides to be particularly bitchy. >.>
narrows his eyes but throws a forkball anyway.
Of course not. Who do you think I am?
well, through it again, then.
that there's something weird with these two. o_O
the forkball doesn't tumble enough. :|
Just one more. Please. :<
sorry for Rio, and will thus comply.
wonder what's wrong with this battery. Can't quite put his finger on it.
it over, before signaling for a sinker.
sighs and changes it to a fastball.
maybe it's too early for that.
he needs to start up a friendly conversation somehow. >.>
So, you're going to show up again at practice tomorrow?
Of course. What sort of question is that?
Uh--I just meant. I could wait for you by your classroom.
You know, since I get out of class earlier.
I don't need a chaperone.
I'm not offering to be a chaperone. :/ Also, you're older so that kind of defeats the point, doesn't it?
You're the one who's stalking me here. >_>
I... liked hanging out with you. Outside of baseball.
I've kind of missed it. But doesn't say so.
finally throws what he was asked to throw.
... It's nice of you to play with the young Abe like this. :<
... so he's only nice if it's a spazzy elementary schoolboy who's asking. >.>
Let's stop already. We're practicing tomorrow anyway.
Yeah. I'll take you home, Shun.
If Jun-san says so... I guess. :<
oh well. o: it's late anyway.
Yeah. Your folks might get worried. *walks over to the kid*
:< i live two blocks away, you know. my dad knows.
walks to the kid's other side.
*takes his mitt back, would have liked to hang out with Junta more even if it's with the freakishly tall dude*
We can play again some other time.
Abe would have a heart attack if we left you alone.
Junta
wishes 16 years ago
that Rio didn't just invite himself along.
I... like the kid. That's why I'm tagging along.
that mothering him is fine once in a while, but this is ridiculous.
you go home. >( i dun need you to walk me home!
go home together! imma going home on my own, okey? >)>
*points at them* if you follow me home, i will never forgive you!
runs off now, thinking of dinner.
sighs. This kid... "We'll play another time then. See you."
calls out, "You did great today. You're a natural."
of course he's a natural! Members of the Abe family are good at baseball no matter what position they take up!
that he chose to be a catcher because he likes it, not because he accidentally took his brother's mitt to recruitment and got selected.
longer legs than Jun-san. B( He catches up easily.
Junta
thinks 16 years ago
that this whole ordeal is akin to having a ridiculously large dog following you, occasionally attempting to hump your leg.
his intentions is a little purer than humping Jun-san's leg. B( A little. Sometimes.
continues to walk with him.
would rather be a lot of other places than where he is right now.
continues to keep up with Jun-san. They're a long way from their neighborhood.
(I think you guys actually need to take the train. XD)
opts to stand when they finally find themselves on a train back home.
doesn't want to annoy Jun-san, anymore than necessary.
sees, that the next stop is flooding the train with a lot of people. >.>
doesn't talk the whole way, and walks fast on purpose, even if he knows that Rio's not going to have a problem catching up to him.
He'll tail Jun-san maybe until he snaps. B(