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"Oh God. Do you mean Evan? I've met him. He's... He's not a great person." He shook his head at the thought, suddenly recalling the night at the...
He laughed, crossing his arms. "Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so then thanks, I think. You're pretty good, I'd say."
Francis seemed thoughtful for a moment, before nodding in agreement. "Alright. Tie. This would go on for awhile if we didn't do this now."
Francis followed close after, taking long strides to try and pass him.
"Never in a million years!" he replied, grinning wildly. He jumped at it, attempting to smoothly pull it back towards himself from under his feet.
(oh jeez thank you) He groaned in disappointment as the ball was taken from him again, swinging around to chase after it.
Francis pulled a Maradona at his actions, but was stalled a bit from moving that far forward. (I posted on the Face thread ahhhh)
"No-" Francis frowned as the ball was stolen from him, but followed behind. "Only to annoy the opponent!" He tried to get the ball back by pulling...
He moved towards the direction George was going, swiftly stealing the ball from right under his feet. "Hah! You thought you had me!"
(I'm just so lazy I wouldn't even, haha) Francis put his hands on his hips. "I'll wait for you to try and pass me, then. Or maybe I'll jump...
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"I don't think I need to impress her anymore, but it will be nice if I do." He kicked the ball over to him. "You can start us off, yeah?"
(yeyeye talk good about Francis heck yeaahhhh) Francis followed going over to retrieve the ball. He glanced back at Poppy for a moment, before...
(Well when you say it like that it makes me feel bad D: ) "Is that how it goes?" he asked, his tone challenging. "I can work with that. You got...
(That sounds reasonable! I'm actually pretty excited for this! Also, let's make it a tie.) "Right now? Sure, I'll play now." He stood up, pushing...
"My soccer team was one of the best in the country. I think it might be an even match, with the way you talk about it." He rubbed the back of his...
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't think I can do it?" he asked smoothly, smiling.
"Inevitable humiliation? My apologies, but I think the only thing I'll 'endure' is glorious victory," he replied smoothly, glancing at Poppy.
"You bet!" he said, then rested his head on his hand nonchalantly. "If you want to lose, that is."
"She asked me for a little," he said, his expression turning playful. "She said wanted to be able to beat you."
