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one 𝓽hing adam loved about
the 𝓭ucks was that they had
taught him how to 𝔀ork as a
team. henceforth, most of the
credit 𝓱e was given was
shared with his teammates. in
all honesty, it kept him /t
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looks over when adam talks,
now there’s a smile on his face
and he nods.
“sounds like good practise,
get ready for me to make
you look bad, banks.”
that’s a joke, he’d be an idiot
to not recognise how much of
a star player adam is.
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𝓱e can definitely relate. sort
of. family issues but 𝓹robably
for different occurrences .ᐣ
nevertheless , he's clearing his
throat —— own stick held firm
in 𝓭igits. 〝 how about a one
on one.ᐣ 〞
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/
right, he winded stick back
and shot puck into goal , arms
up in 𝓶ere victory at simple
achievement —— unaware of
watchful hues. at least, not
until he heard 𝓼oft laughter. own
gaze flashing towards owner. oh.
〝 uh.. hey.ᐣ 〞.
@ofjuniorstar :
𝓭igits curled around hockey
stick once more. rollerblading
' round the small concrete
slab by his house. wasn't really
the ice, but with the 𝓼eason
being out , it was the best he
had. faking left, glidin' /
/
own gloved palm reachin' on
up to rub 𝓼uddenly sore limb.
rather quiet chuckle leaving his
brims. agreement. 〝 careful.
they might come at ya' just for
threanin' it. 〞
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𝓼ubtle wince at the " nudge ".
although no witty retort had
been fired back. 𝓻ather used
to the bash brothers severe
understandment of their own
strength. 𝓹ale brims uplifted
at the comment nevertheless./
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" the injury isn't what I
worry about. "
words reassured, allowing
𝓱is skates to come to a
sudden halt, crouching
to pick up the 𝓱ockey puck
that just about hit him.
" it's my father's reaction for
when I get benched /
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the moment the 𝓹uck hit
skin , the blonde froze. own
blue 𝓱ues squinting towards
whom it hit. 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧, yikes. he
had just 𝓫arely dodged flying
puck. palms up in surrender,
hockey stick clanking on ice
" woah, woah, ease fire! "
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