 Keeper ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
After his last lap (and actually flying properly chill for once) Beau waited a little bit to watch the others doing what they were doing. You know JUST to see what he was up against -- especially those chasers. Because if THEY were getting balls through his hoops then he wasn't doing his job. BUT they also wouldn't be doing THEIR job and someone had to at LEAST make the team. "This is annoying.." he muttered, brushing his hair back out of his eyes as he watched an older girl (her face was new this year... hm...) weave her way through the other hoops effortlessly. "YeSsssss. I LIKE HER, CAPTAIN ZORYN. LET'S HAVE HER ON OUR TEAAAAAAAAM!!!" Their team. Yes. Theirs.
Right?
Pls pls pls pls pls.
OKAY. This was going to be fine. If he sucked at keeping the balls out of the hoops then he'd just go join those trying out for chaser and pretend that was what he had wanted all day long.
Positioned adequately in front of the middle hoop, Beau flexed his fingers and wiggled them to make sure they were in TIP TOP SHAPE for keeping balls outta his court. "COME AT ME BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
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