VCPTN.

Keen eyes snapped towards his phone when he finally heard it ding, and it wasn’t long before deft fingers tapped against the screen to open and respond to the messages.

He was just busy — definitely not ignoring him.

txt // VP : YEP YEP txt // VP : time and place!! im redy!!! ᕙ (° ▿ ° ~)ᕗ

Just as he sent it there was another message from the ever excitable ace, with a sigh exhaled. He got off from his perch on the bed without any incident. Suppose now was the time to meet up. Grabbing his jacket and the lone volleyball that was on the floor as he haphazardly sent a text back.

[ txt // CPTN ] huh? well I guess skyzone? that’d be interesting place to practice. [ txt // CPTN ] we can walk there together now, unless you’re busy..

Ah, when did it become this late? Or rather did Bokuto-san forget that practice was today-- despite them being at a ‘home’ that was not their own did not mean they were willing to slack off on practice. Being level headed Akaashi had just summed this up to being a temporary thing after the gossip he had heard when he remained unseen. Perhaps they were just at an alternate plane and in due time they’d be sent back. Added with the fact that it did have a school it was only a matter of time that if they were not sent back then it would become one. A volleyball was an extension to what they were familiar with so it’s what they chose to renew. Luckily enough he was able to find a couple of balls during his part time job at the daycare. 

Nonetheless they were used for both entertainment and training, specifically his wide range tosses. A flick of the rest with adjusted power when thrown as his fingers giving it the added push it needed. Though it would be better to do this at court or at least Bokuto-san to have a repertoire with someone. 

But he spoke too soon.. just as he was about to toss another ball towards the farther end of the apartment lot ( towards bokuto-san’s door, slightly annoyed that the ace had yet to arrive ). It was noticed that the ball thrown was too far for him to catch without incident but it’s not that he feared that it would hit the door. ah damn. His perceptive eyes had caught sight of movement, the connection of ball to body would be  made. Would it not?

certofiel

Way to beat a man when he’s already down.

txt // VP : no i said im fine!! txt // VP : akaashi :^( txt // VP : pls toss to me txt // VP : hello??

ah, why is my phone beeping? Four messages from CPTN written on the screen of his phone, a sigh exhaled. one really should not get caught up watching matches to decipher a team when his captain was in a mood. 

[ txt // CPTN ] sorry, i was busy..

( he wasn’t sorry honestly. ) 

draft // VP : no draft // VP : ..kinda draft // VP : its all my fault we lost @ jenga!! txt // VP : no (つ﹏<。)ノ

‘no’ was a lie, which only made the perpetual squint that he always had to narrow more. despite being unable to see his captain’s face it was merely a hunch, that more often than not would eventually be deemed correct. but he would not push these moods, akaashi knew better than that. 

[ txt // CPTN ] then you’ll be fine for the next game? [ txt // CPTN ] if not i can always toss to sarukui or konoha..  [ txt // CPTN ] even though you’re our ace..