An assuring nod is given, fully letting go of the other as he gave a friendly smile.
Though, after a bit . . he does seem to notice Les staring a little longer than necessary. Jan can only assume he was out of it, waving a hand in-front of him.
“ . . Uh. Hey, man. You good?”
“ 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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❝ 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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A faux, but seductive tone slipping off the tongue; another tease. Though, it does give him the perfect idea.
He.. might see it differently from Les, though.
" Wait.. Yeah, cheer routine at your place! You've got a big ass room— It'd be fun for the two of us, right? "
" 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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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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Moving closer to Les, holding onto the other's arm with a sly grin.
" I've been needin' a partner since none of the girls wanna practice with me. They say I'm too.. 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘺. Can you believe that? "
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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❝ 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.