natesfm:
nate looks at the item in his neighbor’s hand and frowns. a hockey stick with a hole in the blade. he wouldn’t consider himself an expert or anything, but he has seen the mighty ducks, and nate knows for a fact that no one in that movie was playing with a holey stick. “uh …” he reached for one and studied it up close. feels nothing like holding a bat, he decides. “ … what’s the point of the hole? won’t it just get taped right over?” he mimics fitz, flipping the stick around and peering at him through the unique cutout. “it doesn’t even look cool.“ his instincts scream at him, fighting to hold the object in his hands like a bat even though he can feel that the length and weight are off. nate tucks the wide end of the stick beneath his chin and suppresses a fleeting grimace. “are you thinking about buying one?”
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fitz is fairly certain nate doesn't really want the whole long technical explanation that bauer sent out when they revealed the damn thing, so DESPERATE to get at least one professional player to listen to them. as far as he knows, they've still be unsuccessful. " lets them like, get more properties in the blade : top is stiffer, bottom more flexible, " he settles on somewhat simply, not that he really cares about accidentally boring nate to death over hockey stick nuances. counting on it actually, maybe. " more useful for goalscorers, now that i think about it. " which, offensive defenseman he might be, but the bulk of those were grade a assists, not the GOALS themselves. he flips the stick back around, right side down, the bottom skimming just over the concrete floor. yeah, it probably wouldn't be too hot with a slapshot. he shrugs, " probably not, but i was curious how it felt. the other benefit was to make it lighter, but not really ENOUGH difference to take the risk, y'know ?? " with that, he carefully places the stick back on it rack, fingers skimming over over shafts until he reaches his TYPICAL order.











