Log: Complete

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

When; July 13 (towards evening)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Peter Pevensie lionrampante, Caspian treadingdawn
Summary; A little lesson on the courts goes a long way.
Log;

[When he comes back he seems almost a little sheepish for bringing back bags, but they're Claire's doing and he can't say he regrets it. Not at all.]

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

What was?

[The popular sport he means.]

I did not mind competing against only you.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Football.

[He doesn't think Caspian will know what football is, so he doesn't elaborate.]

I don't mind a one on one game, but the game changes when you're on a team. Teamwork, coordination... all that.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Football?

[Dios mio, futbol? There's a brand new gleam to his eye.]

Is it a game where you must kick the ball?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Thinks Caspian is just stating the obvious.]

It wouldn't make sense to name it football if it wasn't.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Thinks Peter's British bum has just met its match.]

And there are two posts to score points? No hands?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[He's catching on.]

Did someone tell you already?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No. I play.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Really?

[unexpected turn of events, but hey, a new challenge.]

You wouldn't mind playing a game sometime later then?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Really. Some things are the same for many worlds.

[It only means footie is a universal constant making it the best sport in all realms.]

No I would not, I encourage it.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

You should have told me sooner!

[Stands up, now that he's a bit more rested.]

I suppose the Caspian the First brought it along with him.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I did not know you knew.

[Getting to his feet a moment later for a stretch.]

It is a good game, and not only for royalty.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Everyone enjoys football. Even if you don't play, most people cheer for a certain team usually.

[He excuses Caspian for thinking he didn't know about football. After all, different worlds & etc.]

You never thought to ask?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I admit I did not play in any grand matches...

[Different worlds and he'd just come back from shopping with a cheerleader. That's enough to make anyone a little absent minded.]

I was too busy imagining what this basketball must be like.

[He does the most unkingly thing known to man and shakes the sweat from his longish hair.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Ew. Backs out of sweat range. He does the hands up 'not over here' motion.]

Well, now you'll be able to play if anyone asks you to.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Priss. Raking his fingers through his hair to keep it out of his face.]

Thank you, Peter.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Just kind of brushes his bangs to the side. Hurrah for shorter hair.]

Mm. There's no need for thanks.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[He'll never cut his, no matter how many people ask. Except for a monthly trim.]

If you insist. Should we return or do you feel you have another round?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter's kind of tired, but if Caspian's up for around round...]

I'm game.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[It was only a question! He picks the ball up, a little tired as well.]

Tomorrow morning?

[They can make it a daily ritual since sword spars in the fields of Beruna aren't an option.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter stretches.]

That's fine with me. Actually, later in the afternoon would be better.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Offering the ball back to him, assuming it is Peter's!]

I can agree to that. Then we will try your version of football.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[Peter accepts it. And the origin of a ball is a mystery, and will probably stay that way!]

I don't think our version can vary too much. It's the same sport, after all. I'm looking forward to it.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

We will see.

[As long as they aren't playing in their finest silk. Another rake through his hair and he starts back to the flat.]

As am I.