rakuen | Backdated to Rest Day

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Backdated to Rest Day

Characters: Spain and you.
Format: [action] or prose
This log is: Open
Location: Outside the battle arena
Summary: Spain has a football and wants to play with Rakuen. Obviously there is only one ball so feel free to threadjack to take it away. Or you can pretend you already got it back and just start a new thread, haha.

On the rest day, anyone on their way to the Mercantile or Residential areas can find Spain just outside the arena. Now that he doesn't have to worry about getting into any fights or penalties of any sort, today is a good day to relax and have fun.

Spain has a football and is showing off different tricks. All seems to be going well until he tries to do a rather complicated one which sends the ball rolling away. . .

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Oh, someone had explained the theory of alternate realities to him before! But that was before he knew about multiple worlds too so of course, Spain didn't believe it and he hasn't thought about it much since then.

. . . Honestly, he's probably forgotten most of it by now.

Spain gets ready to kick the ball back once she does but realizes that isn't going to happen any time soon. He watches as she falls and covers his mouth with his hand to hide a smile. No, who is he kidding, he laughs and goes over to help her.

"Don't worry, you'll get it right soon."

Spain, the word for you is quickly becoming aggravating.

"I would believe that more if you weren't laughing." Still, she accepts the hand up and brushes her shorts off a little, frowning at the small grass stain she's already acquired. Well, those were a part of recreation too she'll deal with that. Once she's gotten grass bits off of her clothing, she'll dust off her hands and go to retrieve the ball, trying to use the sides of her feet to nudge it over.

Then (with a small breath she won't admit to taking) she bats it over to Spain, focusing on both control of the direction and her own power. It rolls smoothly over the grass... but is probably a little on the wide side.

You mean it hasn't been the word before.

"Aw, cheer up! If you make a mistake, it isn't so bad if you can laugh at it." He waits a moment to make sure she didn't hurt herself and then steps back to give her some room. Though the ball is off target, it's a good kick and he goes to retrieve it. "Good! That was good, let's try a few more times though."

And he kicks it back. This will probably repeat for another few minutes with Spain offering little tips and suggestions along the way.

"If I make a mistake, I'm supposed to learn from it." She remarks automatically, frowning as she watches it go off course and tries to understand why it did that. As they begin passing back and forth, her kicks steadily improve until they're making their way towards Spain's feet every time. His tips are definitely helping and the rest she'll have to pit on her ability to adapt which is, admittedly, rather impressive.

Eventually, as her kicks become stronger (but still within reason) and more confident, her smile grows.

"There we go!" Spain cheers her along the entire time. It's obvious that he's having fun and when he sees that she's enjoying herself too, it makes it even better. Finally, he'll stop the ball and applaud, "Muy bien, very good. You've mastered the first step."

"And now for the next one." He rolls the ball some with his foot and gives her her next assignment, "Now, try to take it away fro me."

And he takes off running with the ball, "And keep your hands to yourself! And don't tackle me! This isn't America's football! And if you do, I'll give you a red card, understand?"

"Huh?" When Spain starts running off with the ball, he catches her by surprise causing her to hesitate for a second too long before she's chasing after him, trying to close the sudden distances between the two of them. As she does this, she tries to figure out what exactly he means by 'America's football' while also keeping her eyes on the ball bouncing between his feet.

"What's America's football like?" She gets out between breaths, the last part of her sentence accenting as she sticks her foot out and tries to snag the ball away with the tip of her foot.

Oh, it isn't going to be that easy, Britannia! When Spain sees her coming in, he moves the ball away. Spain might not be an empire anymore but some habits don't change. Spain is known for being incredibly possessive in play and doesn't give the ball up easily. He's going rather easy on her though so she gets pretty close.

"Well!" He begins but it's hard talking while doing this at the same time, "You carry the ball first! And--" Running, running. . . "More physical!"

Honestly the only reason Britannia was probably able to catch up with him is because of her long stride. Admittedly, she isn't in the greatest of shape, though it has nothing to do with her diet. Her figure is fine, it's merely her stamina because she's had no real cause for strenuous exercise. Horse riding and knightmare piloting, sure, but when it comes to prolonged exertion, she's in trouble.

As such, her breath is already starting to come pretty hard as she considers her options, then decides it's all or nothing and picks up the pace.

"Like basketball?" The question is breathless as she gets behind him and tries to hook his feet out from under him with a leg sweep.

"No!" Spain yells, too excited to really speak in any other way. He's obviously having fun and doesn't seem to show any sign of tiring out. He's running and he's laughing and everything is going perfectly fine.

Or at least, it was until he fell.

He felt himself trip over something and there was a tangled sort of mess of legs and a ball somewhere. He throws his hands in the air quickly. Look, ref, he isn't trying to bring anyone down! Spain falls backwards and looks at Britannia, "Ay! That's-- time out! That's a card!"

Success! Britannia's got the ball when- oh c'mon, that's just not fair. Rolling the ball back and forth from where she's standing, she blinks at Spain with surprise and just a little bit put out.

"Huh? What did I do wrong?"

"You tripped me!" Spain exclaims, getting up and dusting grass off from him. "You can't do that." At least, not on purpose. . . Or obvious.

"That's not allowed either?" She asked after a moment's blink, getting her breath back as she observed his indignation, trying to see if he was just sour over losing the ball or proclaiming an actual rule. Heck, for all she knew he could just be making them up on the spot.

But, after a minute, she shrugged and passed him back the ball before lacing her fingers together and stretching towards the sky to loosen up her body. "Okay, I'll try again then. Any other rules I should know about?"

"No!" Spain sighs. He isn't mad but no one really likes to be tripped and no one really likes falling-- especially old empires. Of course, he could use this chance to lie and make up rules in his favor but the thought doesn't come to him now. He doesn't have anything against Britannia and right now, he really just wanted to play.

"Hands off, don't tackle, kick the ball and not people. . . It's really pretty simple."

"So basically I shouldn't attack you." Britannia clarifies, feeling a little uncertain about how to proceed. If she can't trip him or force him to stumble, all that's truly left to her is to try and outwit him or use her skills. The latter option being incredibly unlikely because he's been playing this game much longer than she. Oh sure, she might be able to get him in a day or two, practice makes perfect after all, but for today?

Today it'll have to be about wits. "Okay, I think I've got it."

A pause... and then a completely unrepentant grin. "Sorry."

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