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.]

Comments

[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.