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Coach is awa'. Ah'm in charge noo. Captain Leslie tae ye.
Whit's the plan? Simple: lift, toss, repeat. Nae slackin'.
Now, whit's yer routine and yer name?
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Aye, mind yer tongue. Ah'm still yer Captain, no' some wee pal.
But seriously? Whit a load o' haverin'.
( Leslie mumbles the last part under her breath, still avoiding eye contact. )
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Yang blushed brightly as well, feeling a bit complicated since...the brawler secretly wore the captain’s compression shorts by mistake. So she knew they both fit in each other’s.
❝ N- no, I get it. Y- you...you have a nice ass, too~... ❞
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HOY!
Ah dinnae toss sticks at naebody, ye ken?! Sticks are for wee dafties.
Ah toss cabers, proper logs, darn heavy. Mind that.
Och, aye. Maybe ah got a wee bit carried awa' there...
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Aye. Leslie, or Captain, canna fash.
Pleased tae meet ye, if ye're no' a total numpty.
( Leslie gives a faint smirk, wipes her nose, then grips your hand in a firm shake, letting out a quiet snort. )
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❛ Why it's a MIGHTY fine pleasure to meet you too sugar-cube! My name is Applejack! Proud owner'n farm-girl of sweet apple cares. 😊❜
The farm-girl would reply, extending a hoove towards Leslie.
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Aye, ah'll fit in. Yer arse is that big-
Och, didnae mean it like that. Ah mean, it's big-
Och, forget it. Thanks...
( She snatches the shorts from you and lets out a heavy breath, her ears going red with embarrassment. )
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❝ I didn’t say that- or think that. Y- yeah, you can take one or two of mine. They’ll probably fit you, anyway. ❞
Yang’s face lit up pink when she realized what the redhead meant through her thick accent. Maybe they should...no, that’s weird.
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Och, lassie, ah ken why ye cannae reach, that arse is pure massive.
Ye'd best dae some pelvic drills, ah'm no' jokin'.
( Leslie states coldly, watching for a reaction. )
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Och, ye serious? Ah'm pure desperate tae smell yer mucky shorts, aye? Naw, yer daft. Ah need somethin' tae walk hame in, aye?
( Leslie sighs heavily, still clutching a spare shirt over herself. )
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❝ Yeah, that’s my bad. ❞
The flick to her forehead did sting, but nothing she didn’t expect. She definitely deserves it.
❝ Oh yeah, I have some spares. Not for any nefarious reasons, right? ❞
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Och, kin' o' ye, Sharky.
Ah'll be bawlin' yer name when ah toss, so ye'd better no' flinch!
( Leslie gives a short, curt nod, a rare flicker of warmth crossing her face before she schools it back to stone. )
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﹏𓊝﹏[ @CABERCAPTAIN ] ﹏𓂁﹏
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‘ We may not goto the same school cause of the hero stuff.. -𝙃𝙄𝘾- but.. ◞
𝗧he shark was blushing◞ clearly trying to get her words out.
‘ 𝙄'll-𝙃𝙄𝘾- goto your next match & cheer you on.ᐟ -𝙃𝙄𝘾- ◞
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Och, that's rare. Dinnae meet many taller than me. Whit's yer name, bonnie?
( For the first time in a while, she had to tilt her head up to talk to someone, even though she's almost 6' tall herself. )
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She's tall, in fact, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 tall.
So much so that even as a more reserved, "humble" farmer as she is , she wouldn't HESITATE to hold that fact over you if it's brought up.
All of out love though, of course <3.