[ always eager to be the one to put in less work, he sends Bokuto the location of a gym on Level 2 for him to plug into his Prismaps and a time to meet — a nice, agreeable 10am (not fucking four, what the hell) that'll give them a few hours to play and get cleaned up before heading out for lunch. with a gym bag left in a locker and dressed down in joggers and a tank that hangs entirely too low on his chest and down his ribs, he's fiddling with his bracelet with a basketball tucked under an arm while he waits for the guy to show up. ]
[ something of an unfair advantage, really: he knows what Bokuto looks like. maybe he'd gone cruising through the hook-up app to see what Guanshan looked like too, or maybe he didn't; either way, he keeps an eye out for that weird-ass hair style and features that look like an owl's the more he thinks about it. he's not bothering to warm up; after all, he said he didn't have much experience with basketball — might as well be kind to him. ]
Oh. [ is the first thing he says when he sees him, voice as rough as his texts. ] Yer taller'n me.
[Bokuto's been to almost all gyms on the second level of Lunatia, trying to find "the one" with a perfect volleyball court. The info and location about this particular one slipped past him (or maybe he saw it and thought 'I'll go later'). But he has no trouble finding it.
He appears at the gym just at the right time, black sports bag thrown over his shoulder with his team's logo on it; his black shirt has claw marks on it and he's in matching shorts- a standard outfit he wears for his volleyball practice. Just because he doesn't play basketball, it doesn't mean he won't go all out on it. After all, he is a sport junkie, even though his focus was always primarily volleyball.
His eyes light up and he waves with a grin,] Hey, hey, hey! You're here! [Bokuto's voice, on the other hand, is as loud as his appearance. Sorry, not sorry Guanshan.]
Man, this place is nice, [he looks around briefly, dropping the bag on the bench,] You use this gym a lot?
[ a reflexive step back greets the volume but he could be more bothered by it. might've been, when he was younger. bein an only child comes with a certain amount of stillness, but all the same — his life's gotten louder the past few years. ]
'Course I'm here... [ a grumble under his breath... it was his shtick. he thinks. well, either way, hindsight has painted their conversation in brighter colors. dismissing the apps on his bracelet and setting the thing on silent, restlessness persuades him to begin dribbling the ball at his side. ]
Sometimes. I usually like hangin' out in Level 3 more.
[ a beat... should he ask? he probably shouldn't ask. ]
[ he's gonna ask. ] Why's yer shirt say "blowjob" onnit.
[The only instance where Bokuto's voice isn't loud is when he's texting. He's exceptionally energetic when he's about to do something he likes and, while basketball isn't his field, it still means spending time with someone, playing.
The grumble doesn't affect him at all- he had run into so many people with stormy personalities by now he's completely immune to them (if he stops to think about it, he was always immune). He was offered a beaming grin in return as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. A training habit.]
Hmm? Why? [He's not judging here. Just curious.]
Oh? [He glances at it and then burst into laugh-] Ahah! I mean- it could mean now that you mention it! But-! It's the initials of the team I play for back home. Black Jackals! Pro division! [There's MSBY in front of that name that he forgets to add in because he has no idea what it means.] I should tell coach the design 'sucks dick' when I go back home, hahaha!
[ why Level 3... a good question. Guanshan knows — because it's just more comfortable — the shallow truth of it, but what's deeper has stayed beyond his grasp. is it because the dirty streets he'd been pounded into now have their rocky asphalt deep beneath his skin, magnetizing him to the familiar? is he a creature of habit with animal appetites that can't be satiated elsewhere? is he a masochist, plain and simple? is he just an idiot? ]
[ maybe they're all true. what he settles on for a question that's more loaded than Bokuto ever intended is just: ] Mm'from China so Caihong's got kinda the same... feel, ya know?
[ it's enough truth. ]
[ oh. unintentional... surely somebody noticed that in design? ]
Yeah, seems like. Still... [ should he really give him this compliment? ah, what the hell: ] "Black Jackals" is a cool name.
[ with a bounce, he passes the ball over — literal, and metaphorical. ]
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[ something of an unfair advantage, really: he knows what Bokuto looks like. maybe he'd gone cruising through the hook-up app to see what Guanshan looked like too, or maybe he didn't; either way, he keeps an eye out for that weird-ass hair style and features that look like an owl's the more he thinks about it. he's not bothering to warm up; after all, he said he didn't have much experience with basketball — might as well be kind to him. ]
Oh. [ is the first thing he says when he sees him, voice as rough as his texts. ] Yer taller'n me.
[ not all that many people are, truth be told. ]
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He appears at the gym just at the right time, black sports bag thrown over his shoulder with his team's logo on it; his black shirt has claw marks on it and he's in matching shorts- a standard outfit he wears for his volleyball practice. Just because he doesn't play basketball, it doesn't mean he won't go all out on it. After all, he is a sport junkie, even though his focus was always primarily volleyball.
His eyes light up and he waves with a grin,] Hey, hey, hey! You're here! [Bokuto's voice, on the other hand, is as loud as his appearance. Sorry, not sorry Guanshan.]
Man, this place is nice, [he looks around briefly, dropping the bag on the bench,] You use this gym a lot?
sorry for the delay!
'Course I'm here... [ a grumble under his breath... it was his shtick. he thinks. well, either way, hindsight has painted their conversation in brighter colors. dismissing the apps on his bracelet and setting the thing on silent, restlessness persuades him to begin dribbling the ball at his side. ]
Sometimes. I usually like hangin' out in Level 3 more.
[ a beat... should he ask? he probably shouldn't ask. ]
[ he's gonna ask. ] Why's yer shirt say "blowjob" onnit.
no probs
The grumble doesn't affect him at all- he had run into so many people with stormy personalities by now he's completely immune to them (if he stops to think about it, he was always immune). He was offered a beaming grin in return as he rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms. A training habit.]
Hmm? Why? [He's not judging here. Just curious.]
Oh? [He glances at it and then burst into laugh-] Ahah! I mean- it could mean now that you mention it! But-! It's the initials of the team I play for back home. Black Jackals! Pro division! [There's MSBY in front of that name that he forgets to add in because he has no idea what it means.] I should tell coach the design 'sucks dick' when I go back home, hahaha!
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[ maybe they're all true. what he settles on for a question that's more loaded than Bokuto ever intended is just: ] Mm'from China so Caihong's got kinda the same... feel, ya know?
[ it's enough truth. ]
[ oh. unintentional... surely somebody noticed that in design? ]
Yeah, seems like. Still... [ should he really give him this compliment? ah, what the hell: ] "Black Jackals" is a cool name.
[ with a bounce, he passes the ball over — literal, and metaphorical. ]