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Hyuk stared at him, wondering why the other was trying to make a conversation with him. Did he really seem that approachable? “No, you didn’t,” he replied, his words short and hard.

Checking the time on his phone, the boy pursued his lips, unsure if he should join or not. He wasn’t really good at sports that involved throwing or kicking balls, he was solely good at polo and field hockey, completely different genres. He still had an hour before he needed to get ready for work, sure he could spend thirty minutes trying to learn. “Yeah, sure,” Cristoph shrugged, chucking his phone into his pocket and zipping it. 

Javi wasn’t sure if the guy was talking about his accent or if the guy in front of him just didn’t know when someone was flirting. Either way he shrugged it off and grabbed the ball again, throwing it up and this time making it. “Yeah. I can. You looking to get your ass kicked?”

I used to play a little with my dad when I was a kid, but I think  he used to let me win.

“Sure,” she said with a nod of finality. Catching the ball, she held onto it for a moment, extracting her phone from her armband. Riley wrapped it in her earphones and carefully placed it off to the side before beginning to dribble. “Please tell me you’re up for an actual one-on-one and not just practice.” She smiled, waiting for his reply.

Aldebaran crouched and searched, not turning around. “Unless you can find my 1TB memory card with tons of pictures of discoveries I’ve made from space as well as photos of a butterfly evolving, there’s not much you can do” he said, realizing the coldness of his statement after a while, which prompts him to turn around at some point. “Thank you, though, it’s sweet of you” he says, turning back.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, not meaning to be rude but once again sounding like it. That was his problem, he always sounded like he was being rude yet it was never his intention. Okay, maybe sometimes he wanted to be rude if it kept others away from him. He watched as the ball bounced off the board and made his way over to him. Hesitant at first, he picked it up and made a shot, getting it in the hoop.

“Are you asking me to play a pickup game or you just want to see my junk in my basketball shorts?” Javi smirked as he asked for the ball and bounced it between his legs before throwing it up for a shot that he missed. “Yeah, basketball is not my best sport.”

The boy was just untangling his headphones, stopping in his tracks as the knots got more and more complicated, focusing his full attention to the cords. Cristoph was in his training gear, stopping right beside the basketball court, easily seeming as if he wished to play. “Oh uh, I don’t know how to play, sorry,” the boy apologised as he looked towards the boy standing on the pavement. This was Cris’ first time properly going for a run since his physical therapist allowed him again, sure his previous injury to his ankle had healed. He tried to cheat his way a couple times, but as he limped into her office, the doctor could immediately tell. He’s had to give up a sport before, he wasn’t going to let an injury keep him from running his weekly 20 miles. 

Riley twirled her hair up into a perfect ponytail and headed out for a jog as she did on most days. Finding herself near the basketball courts, she slowed down a little, taking a drink of water, and hearing the young man’s invitation. “Looking for some competition?” she asked, smiling and heading over toward him.

Oh hey, sorry that I interrupted you. Basketball really isn’t my thing, but I could try.

“I usually am, this was the only exception.” Preity rolled her eyes with a smile and nodded. “Okay, I’m ready. Come on and join in.” She began to sing, her eyes lighting up when people threw in some coins in their cup. “It’s working,” she whispered.

“Do I look like the kind of girl who plays basket ball?” Freya questioned, raising her head. “Actually, I do like a bit of sport but I’m a girl and girls play netball instead.” She rolled her eyes at her own statement and took hold of the ball after it bounced against the ground. Freya then threw it at the other. “You play, I’ll watch.”

One hand gripped on the strap of his backpack and the other placing an earphone piece in his ear, Hyuk walked back on his way home to his apartment. He didn’t expect to be spoken to on his journey home and could only give the other a look of surprise. With an annoyed expression, he removed the earphone piece and held out his hand. “Do I look like I want to play?” He was good at basketball, in fact better than average, but he didn’t show that off to others.