(( Third time lucky ))

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he should have won the game, personally mate.

believes he should have won. :T It's a shame no one scored, though.

pats his back, hard. He should have won.

pats his back, hard. He should have won.

((Welcome back btw!))

glares and punches him *lightly* on the shoulder. No, he should have won.

[good to be back ;u;<3]

rubs his own arm before ruffling Vash's hair. He should of won :T His team obviously put forward a better effort.

((wonderful to have you back! ))

snorts and rolls his eyes, combing a hand through his hair. Right, and his team didn't. *He* should have won.

[I missed this place, lmao]

his team is meant to be a ton better right, europeans take football so seriously. He should have won. ((Awwweee))

takes football seriously, which is why he puts a lot of effort into the games. :T He should have really won. Even if it was a friendly game.

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he should just let it go, Australia's team put up a good side. So good infact that he should be given chocolate.

snorts again, smirking. if he wanted chocolate so bad, he could have asked. The game was a tie anyway, so he should get something too. CB

doesn't have anything Vash would want =w=

... Maybe wants to go diving in the Great Barrier Reef. 8D

... thinks he's welcome to go if he is willing to ignore weather warnings :3

Doesn't know anything about the weather in Australia. There a storm or something?

nods. The weather down in Australia is not exactly mild at the moment...

Supposes they should go diving somewhere else then. Or maybe do something else?

something else would be nice... maybe they should play football themselves?

that's a very good idea. This'll prove who really deserved to win.

knows that it will, because he will win~ He hopes Vash has a football...

knows that HE'LL win. And, uh, no, he doesn't have a football pitch. He has a football, though. A 2008 eurocup football.

... wonders if that's an important football to him. Anyway, yeah. Let's make goal posts from t-shirts and jackets.

hosted the 2008 eurocup, okay. Co-hosted, actually. He supposes that's alright. Time to get to work then.

nods, marking one of the goal posts out... and who thought Vash was such a sentimental git. Cute.

isn't a sentimental git. :T T-the ball has a nice design. He marks the post on the other side then goes to get his ball.

suuuure the ball has a nice design. He'll hang about, freezing his butt off, outside.

comes out with the ball and twirls it around, "See, pretty design." he laughs a bit at how Will is shivering.

rolls his eyes, yes we all know he can't handle the cold :c. 'Wouldn't expect any less from you Heidi.'

sneers, "Since when did you call me Heidi?" Maybe he would have to keep Lovino and Will away from each other. "And you could get a jacket."

smirks, 'Lovi calls you Heidi too eh?' He shakes his head with a 'no thank you' at the offer of a jacket, plucking the ball out of his hands

.

nods, "And in return, I call him Romie." He likes giving people embarrassing nicknames. Mostly 'cause they give him worse nicknames. He-

smirks a bit and tries to get the ball back.

holds it up above his head, 'Good luck getting that, Vashi-kinkins.'

glares, tiptoeing and trying to grab the ball. He grits his teeth, "Cheater."

tickles his waist with his free hand, 'That's cheating~'

scrunches his nose up and jumps back, "Okay Willie-the-pooh, that's really cheating."

nods, 'That's what I was saying Viglet.' He drops the ball, foot resting on top of it. 'But isn't that what football's all about for Europe_

cheating?'

kicks the ball from his foot and picks it up. He shrugs, nodding a bit. "Not for me, anyway."

grabs him around the waist with one arm, trying to pry the ball out of the other. 'So your guys don't fake falling over and all that Jazz?'

holds the ball tight in one hand. He pretends to ignore the other's attempts of stealing the ball. "Erm," he scratches his cheek with a-

free hand. "Not too sure about that, actually."

pffts, 'That's cheating mate.' He hits the ball out of Vash's hand, scrambling to get it afterwards.

's eyes widen as the ball bounces out of his reach. "Hey!" He chases after it as well, but ends up failing.

manages to get the ball, holding it with both hands. 'Are you okay Vashibunbuns?'

stretches his arms a bit, nodding. "Yeah, I am." He grins, "Shall we start?"

nods, dropping the ball. 'Yeah... let's~' He seems rather confident about winning.

kicks the ball once it hits the floor and starts running towards the goal.

runs after him, trying to tackle. He keeps his hands to himself although it's hard, he's used to contact sports e_e;

dodges Will when he tries to tackle him, staggering. He looks back and sneers as he nears the goal.

runs to protect his goal, grinning back. He stands in the goal, 'Don't take it too seriously.'

tries to kick it into the goal anyway, grinning. "I'll try."

lets it in ;n;. He's more of a st-striker anyway /flail. 'Bloody Hell.'

runs off to get the ball.

raises his hands in the air, grinning madly. "Not taking it seriously, I see," he comments, just waiting for the other to get the ball.

hums, sounding annoyed. 'Not at all.' He returns with the ball, 'My kick right?'

nods once, "Yeah," he says, then goes to protect his goal once he kicks the ball.

determined to even the score... but ends up faffing about. He eventually does try to make a goal... and it's top right corner...

what Will's doing while he stands there, guarding his goal. When he tries for a goal, he jumps to catch it, but misses it. The score's-

even now.

laps around the pitch, whooping. 'Did you see that goal?'

rolls his eyes, an amused smile playing on his face. "yeah, yeah. Show off."

holds his hands on his hips, 'Boasting where Boasting's due.'

waves a hand, smirking. "We'll see about that," he says, then adds after a pause, "Whose ball?"

, 'Yours... cause I scored right?'

nods once, "Right." He goes to get the ball, then starts charging for the goal.

tackles him... not the ball, him. Whoops >w>; Wrong game.

flails a bit when he's tackled. "Hey! Hey! Foul!" If only he had a whistle right now. He would be blowing it like crazy.

... stops, apologising profusely. 'Sorry, sorry. I forget.'

sighs and pushes the other off, getting up. "Right," he says, bending down and lending a hand.

... huffs, 'I did.' He's not accepting that hand, 'It's hard to keep non-contact when all you play is contact sports... or cricket.'

runs his hand through his hair instead, hovering over the other. "But you play football, don't you," he comments with a smirk.

huffs, 'It's my last resort.'

hums, "Exactly why *I* should win."

trips him up~

falls. :T

laughs... he's not a very good sportsman ...

definitely agrees with that. He gets up again.

apologises when he gets up, looking sorry. '... you deserved to win.'

snorts, "of course I did." he holds a hand out. "good game, though." (e_e I didn't get the notif for so long)

takes his hand, 'Yeah... I think my team might be getting better...'

pulls himself up.

((Plurk can be like that :c ))

pulls him up, "Well, you'll have to learn how to be a good sport first," he says, then picks up the ball and hands it to the other.

[:C]

huffs, 'I am, normally. Just more competitive against you I guess.' He hands the ball back, smiling.

rolls his eyes, "I'm guessing I should be honoured." He tries to smile back.

nods, 'Aye, I'm only like this with New Zealand and South Africa really...' Once a cricket player of his was tackled by an NZ one...

smiles, "That's good then." He drops the ball to the floor and tries to kick it to the goal.

smirks.

scrambles to try and save the goal, ultimately failing. 'That's dirty mate, using your feminine wiles.'

twitches, "What feminine wiles...?" He asks sloooowly.

moves back a bit, grin firmly settled in place. 'Ohh, you know... smiling sweetly, flicking your hair.'

for the gun in his pocket. Mmhm, it's right there. "that smile was so not sweet." a pause. "and I like keeping my hair neat."

sees the hand going to his pocket, 'Remember! You can't shoot your friends!'