“ My hands just happen to slip, it's not my fault, y'know? ”
After the other began to purposefully flex, he's easing his hold on Les— tilting his head before a quiet, excited “ yes! ” left him.
“ Scout's honor— won't break a single thing. Hopefully. ”
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A lie.
Toothy smile scuttles across his handsome features before he nods towards his parked car-beginning to walk, his left hand would gently pat Jan's chest, prompting him to follow suit.
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❝ You break anything and it comes out of your pocket... But-fine. ❞
Defeated sigh leaves full lips as he looks over to Jan, pretty green eyes staring at him for a bit longer than what a friend should be doing.
❝ Hey, your word against Courtney's~ ❞
Snicker is shared before he purses his lips, eyes being averted, he can slowly feel his face getting warmer, visibly a bit flustered.
❝ Relax, I'm the best catcher for a reason- ❞
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" Rep my ass. I don't believe that for a second. " Playfully rolling his eyes in response to Les, continuing holding onto him— noticing the flexed bicep with a raise of the brow.
"Dude, showing off just for me? You wanna take this cheer routine practice to your place?"
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A small chuckle as he releases the hand.
❝ Close, but it's Les. ❞
He nods once before pointing towards a separate building.
❝ I think we should see the cafeteria first of all, I'm starving. ❞
Both brows raise in union as he stares at the spot for a second, before shaking his head to himself.
Maybe it was someone who recognized him-happened mainly to Torrence, but maybe it was his spotlight this time.
Worst case scenario it was an Otaku.
❝ You got a rep, Romeo. Don't worry, i won't turn you down. ❞
Green eyes flickered with a twinkle of genuine interest before returning to it's usual friendly demeanor.
There wasn't a new routine, but thankfully Jan didn't question it. He'd straighten himself up subconsciously, flexing his bicep when he felt Jan's hand.
❝ I can. ❞
Right brow would quirk upwards at the other, lips curling upwards to mimick that sly grin.
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He can't help but laugh at the tease— Jan's never really taken the guy's words serious. He's basically hung out with him longer than he could remember; anything he said was funny to him.
" The new routine? For sure. ”
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He's munching away at a Twix, green eyes glued to an overweight pigeon trying to fly away with a slice of bread.
Tongue spills out, swiping a long his lips as he tilts his head to the side, catching a glimpse at her staring. He takes no offense & offers Clover a smile and wave.
❝ Really-you both have the same pretty blue eyes. ❞
A tease in return as he's shoved, while a quick toothy smile makes it's an entrance, covering up a short lived chuckle.
❝ Uh... Just wanted someone to practice the new routine with.. ❞
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" Psssh. I'm not Torrance— You'd never catch me droppin' the spirit stick! "
Playfully shoving Les, chuckling to himself before crossing his arms. " What'd you need me for? "
❝ Jan! I've been looking all over for you-thought the spirit stick curse had gotten you.❞
Both hands are brought up to his own neck, as he fake chokes himself.