(Oh, don't worry! I love despair too!) "It's over there," he said, pointing his finger over to where Bee and Francis had been playing earlier. He began walking, his strides long. Poppy rested her head on her hand, watching the two with a loving gaze. Clara cleared her throat and spoke in a low voice. "Pops, I really like him," she said decisively. "He's so good with Bee, and he seems to like you quite a bit." Poppy shot her a small smile, and she looked down at the table, almost embarrassed. "Yeah," she said quietly. "Yeah. He's a really good guy."
(yeyeye talk good about Francis heck yeaahhhh) Francis followed going over to retrieve the ball. He glanced back at Poppy for a moment, before turning to George. "You're going to lose, you know," he said mischievously. "There's no point in denying it."
(they like him!!) "I hope you're not trying to impress my sister with this," he said with a cheeky grin. "Because I guarantee you that there will be nothing but disappointment for you here."
"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?"
(Oh jeez. You cannot test me on sports knowledge here.) He kicked the ball around lazily for a moment, before pushing it behind him with his foot, putting himself between Francis and the ball.
(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 around and score a goal?" he teased, trying to provoke him.
George raised an eyebrow with a mischevious grin. His toe lightly rolled the ball behind him in a circle, and he considered Francis' position before feigning to the left before bolting to the right.
He moved towards the direction George was going, swiftly stealing the ball from right under his feet. "Hah! You thought you had me!"
George grunted, and stayed close to him, grinning playfully. "Do you.." he asked, sweeping a leg out to steal the ball back. "Do you always talk this much when playing soccer?"
"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 it away from underneath.
George stumbled slightly but laughed deeply as Francis stole the ball back. He circled him quickly, before reaching his foot in to steal the ball.
Francis pulled a Maradona at his actions, but was stalled a bit from moving that far forward. (I posted on the Face thread ahhhh)
George quickly darted in again, his actions swift and calculated. He muttered under his breath and tried to kick the ball away from Francis' feet. (Aw, Stuffs! You look so pretty!)
(oh jeez thank you) He groaned in disappointment as the ball was taken from him again, swinging around to chase after it.
"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.
He didn't quite get it, but his action caused George to kick the ball far away from both of them. George paused, glanced over at Francis, and then bolted for it.
George turned around and was face to face with Francis. He grinned and held the ball idly between his feet. "Tie?" he offered. "I'm showing mercy here."
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."
