Backdated to Rest Day

[koyo]

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. . .

Comments

[countryofassholes]

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.

[koyo]

"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!"

[countryofassholes]

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?"

[koyo]

"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.

[countryofassholes]

"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?"

[koyo]

"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."

[countryofassholes]

"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."