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[sweetjeans]

A. → Joining the Basketball Team: Operation Bertholdt need to get out more; ota

[Having joined two clubs already you'd think Jean'd be satisfied, however he's grown rather concerned with his roommate, Mr. Fubar. Worrying he'll be a lonely hermit forever with the way he never goes to class or belongs to any after school activities. Being the nice overbearing guy Jean is he's dragging his friend to join the basketball team hearing it's a good sport for tall people. You can't be shy forever, sweaty!

Maybe you're already on the basketball team? Or one of the other clubs Jean's joined (Kendo and Drama) which could always use a introductory post. Mr. Kirschtein needs to busy himself to stay sane after coming from such a hectic world. Sports, technology, cooking, any hobby really! Something you'd like to do after school? Jean's your man.]

B. → Kiss an Honest Guy, $5; ota

[After excepting a challenge from Yuri, Jean finds himself in a dire situation. He can't find anyone to kiss him!! The deadline is coming up and after all that big talk and convincing that he could totally get someone to kiss him you can't just give up like that! Making sure to take a nice long healthy bath the night before and fixing himself up in his cleanest cloths, combing his hair out neat looking as dapper as a fifteen year-old can muster. Crating some shitty sign and using an old desk he found, setting up shop outside the front gates of the school after classes. All that was left was to send out the text--]

Times soon gonna be up, here's your last chance to kiss an honest guy. Booths right outside the school gates, can't miss it. Yours truly, Jean.

- Massage sent September 14th 4:06 pm // user:(Jean Kirschtein)

Comments

[sweetjeans]

You gotta get that ball into one of these hoops, [Pointing at the one farthest from them.] You gotta bounce it there too or something, you can't just run with it. That's why they bounce so smoothly and stuff, it's apparently all about foot work and height.

[toobig]

Okay.... So, uh, should we practice?

[He bounces it a few more times, starting to walk with it and dribble at the same time, clumsy at first but soon getting the hang of it.]

[sweetjeans]

[Jean, of course, is totally going to try himself too but first.. bask in his obvious intelligent choice in Bertholdt playing basketball, the kid already catching on so well.]

Yeah, dude, you gotta practice. You got this, excelling already just as I thought.

[toobig]

Y-you think so?

[He falters a little at the praise, but he recovers just as easily, lifting the ball and trying to toss it up into the hoop.]

[It hits the rim, but bounces in through the net and he looks sheepish but pleased.]

Like that?

[sweetjeans]

[Jean's gotta say, he's never seen that guy look so pleased with himself. It was something of pride, you know? Getting the kid with zero confidence to feel good about himself, Jean's just the perfect friend.

A shrug.] Yeah, big guy, just like that. Damn, and on your first try too, see I told you.

[Jean giving it his best shot next, hitting the backboard making a wonderfully loud sound to go with it. Grumbling...]

[toobig]

Y-you almost made it too...!

[He catches the ball when it bounces back, smiling still. This is... fun. It felt nice to be good at something.]

Here... try again?

[He handed the ball off to Jean. Bertholdt almost looks like a different person when he isn't miserable or stressed.]

[sweetjeans]

[Yeah, it's kinda noticeable. Not that Jean was fond of being the lesser of any two in a group but-

Maybe, just this once, Bertholdt can be better at something than him.. just this once.] Totally.. ah- [Bouncing the ball a couple times, getting the rhythm. Trying for another shot but failing yet again, this time he was closer though..] Shit, here, I need to find us another ball. You're better at this anyway, practice up while I look for another one.

[toobig]

Yeah... We can both practice then.

[He dribbles the ball a little, and shoots again-- the ball makes a neat swish sound when it goes through the net.]

[sweetjeans]

[A bright smile] Keep goin', sweaty, you got this!

[Sure, Jean wants to be the best at everything but-.. He can't quite tell but it's rather charming seeing that weird kid show some confidence in himself and smile.. Feels good, feels like other people would feel good about it too.

Bertholdt shouldn't have to feel like shit all the time. At least, Jean thinks so.]

[toobig]

[And for once, Bertholdt doesn't. He feels like he might be at least a little good at it, he hasn't missed a shot yet. 3DMG takes precision and though he was noted for his lack of initiative he'd also been noted as the best in their graduating class. The boy knows how to aim and shoot.]

[He's still taking practice shots when Jean comes back with his own ball, though he's moved further out from the hoop, around the three point line.]

[sweetjeans]

[Jean finally gets a goal after Bertholdt 5 points deep on him. Smiley and confident, those are some nice traits to finally see on someone other than himself.. It's not annoying like when it's on Eren either.. It's like Jean can just feel how long it's been since this guy has smiled.]

Don't think this place has opposing teams but, hell- you never know who's going to join us some day.

[toobig]

A team? I guess there'd be rules to... uh, something like this.

[He holds the ball, thinking about it.]

Maybe there's one...

[sweetjeans]

We should ask someone that an't fucking stupid around here, maybe Yuri.

Don't sweat it big guy- ha.
Just keep having fun, we'll figure it out later.

[toobig]

Yeah... I'll ask her, maybe.

[Blushing still, he steps back to the three point line and takes a shot........]