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“Come on, girls! Give me all you have!“ The couch shouted over the field.

The team was divided, different drills set up as small groups formed to tackle each and every one. They were some that wanted to improve their defensive skills and had formed a circle to practice tackles. Others wanted to practice shots and were working one on one with the two goalies.

Then, there was a small group working on speed and agility where Morgan was focused only on the orange cones and her feet. Controlling the ball was easy, but there was always room for improvement.

“Morgan! It seemed like your girlfriend showed up!“ One of her teammates said and in her confusion, the forward stopped the drill.

The player coming behind her didn’t seem to notice and collided with her back, sadly for the other girl, Morgan was built like a tree in more than a way and she barely noticed the impact.

A smile formed on her lips when she saw Row walking into the benches. She was the only one there, and just like in the last match, Morgan felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and joy just by having a friend in there.

Finally noticing her fallen comrade, she helped her up as they resumed their practice. Only a few minutes left, then she could go say hi to Row.

[151002] Twitter - Sugaya Tetsuya

When Kangjoon had spilled the drink on his last clean shirt, he could only tug off the fabric, shoving it into the bag that he’d been living out of for a few months now. Ever since Hyejeong had offered her home for him to stay in, Kangjoon had found himself trying to live with as little space as possible. It was bad enough he felt like he was leeching off her, but the pregnancy was leaving her ill and weak. He couldn’t leave her there alone, not that he had the thought to at all recently. Not with the boxes of photographs, the notes and pieces of his twin brother that he had sprawled on the dining room table. He felt like he was finally making progress on who his brother was with the help of Hyejeong, and leaving would turn this effort into nothing. He didn’t want to leave half-way through, he had to complete it now -- both from a entire view and for that afternoon. To which, he needed a shirt to do.

Teeth buried in his bottom lip, he went to the first place he thought clothes would be found -- the wardrobe in Hyejeongs room. He rarely went there, fear of encroaching on her privacy. But he was running his hand over his bare damp skin and knew he couldn’t be like this when she returned home. It surprised him when he found his brothers clothes still hanging there, but he couldn’t linger. Instead he grabbed the first shirt he could find and returned back to where he had been, hunched over the dining table. 

eunji was still in shock. her roommate had come home this morning, gushing about the boy that she had met last night and the things that they had done. she herself never particularly liked talking about such intimate things, but she enjoyed hearing about it. as long as she didn't have to give input. frankly, she wouldn't have much input to give. everything that she knew about sex and boys came from books, movies, or stories from her friends. it didn't, however, mean she wasn't curious.

but the more her roommate talked, the more she was intrigued. sure, she had read about these things, but what did it actually feel like? she didn't know. however, she remembered that taec, her childhood friend, had always talked over and over about all the girls that he had conquered. in a way, they had sort of drifted apart because of this. he became the wild child party boy and she the shy innocent girl who studied 24/7. surely, he could help her with the answers, right?

Getting up from her bed, Ang stretched her limbs out and yawned loudly. She had absolutely nothing to do, which only meant that she was either going to spend the whole day in the training room or the garage. Not that she had a problem with that, but she got bored of the same old same old.

"I really need to get out," She muttered to herself as she looked through her closet. Because of her oh so wonderful power, she had to keep a large portion of her skin covered to keep herself from accidentally sucking the life or power from someone. This, of course, meant that most of her shirts were long sleeved. That and she had a large assortment of different colored and styled gloves. 

After a good fifteen minutes trying to figure out what she was going to wear, the brunette opted for a long sleeved blue shirt and pants. She brushed her wavy hair and pulled it into a ponytail before grabbing her babies (a.k.a. her guns), strapping them to her waist, and walking out the room. 

As the brunette walked, she tried to think of what she wanted to do. It was early, but not early enough so that HQ was empty, which meant that there was breakfast out in the cafeteria. With a grin on her face, the short woman made her way to breakfast, thinking of grabbing some toast and a glass or orange juice.

Thankfully, the cafeteria wasn't as packed as she had anticipated which allowed her to get in and out in little time.

As she continued walking, Ang thought of nothing. She wasn't in the mood for anything, which left her brain completely blank. God, I really need to get a life, she thought as she made a turn and found herself in the front doors of HQ.  The short woman stood there for a moment, deciding whether she wanted to go out into the world or stay underground with the rest of the Rougue Alliance. 

Shaking her head, Ang walked out of headquarters. The weather was nice and there were no signs of rain, which made Ang all that much more happy. It's not that she hates the rain, but it really makes her feel gross. 

Spotting her favorite park, the girl walked off toward it. She could still remember her parents bringing her out and letting her swing on the swings. They were probably her favorite memories. 

Silently the girl walked over to the swings and sat down, her eyes staring up at the sky. Strangely she felt relaxed in a way that she hadn't felt in a while.