he was definitely unamused, hesitating to take the other hand or not but in the end , he accepted it as he lined his lips ❝ of course you would..... ❞ rolling with his eyes now.
❝ I see..... ❞ he mumbled softly, a slight frown was forming onto his face, unless you was too deep into your thoughts , you wouldn't even notice someone that tall— ❝ well , yes , I cant deny that . ❞
“Yes, well. I quite like spy, I guess.” He’s always been light on his feet, but he’s also 6’5” — hard to miss. “It no big deal. Maybe you imagining plays too.”
it didn’t surprised maverick, not at all , but yet he was wondering how long the other had been standing there without him knowing about it. . . . he blinked slowly with his eyes now ❝ i haven't seen you there until now . ❞ a sheepishly smile was forming onto his lips now .
Like all goalies, he has quirks. Zoning out and imagining plays is one of them. The question makes him blink, come back to himself. “I…mm. More than minute, less than ten?” A shrug.