#(tomas; interactions)

[pridewon]

@colorgold​ said: ❛  why can’t i come with you ?  ❜ Hinata @ Tomas

Hinata’s plaintive whine coaxes a chuckle out of him, only sparing the poor hitter’s heart by keeping his eyes on the shoelaces he busies himself with to avoid showing his amusement. They are the last two standing in the Black Jackals’ locker room; but only one of them gets to leave and go straight to the train station for their commute up north just yet. “Because both the captain and the physician said you needed one last check-up tomorrow before they can release you on the court again, Shouyo.” Tomas answers, patient; though a glint of mischief finds its way into dark eyes. 

Shoes secured, the Jackals’ resident giant blocker unfolds his high silhouette, towering almost comically over Hinata; on the court though, they both know which one has the most frightening presence. “You’re joining us tomorrow!” He continues, in an English adorned with the musicality of his Spanish accent. “I know us getting to play 24h more than you is torture, but I promise we won’t wear out the other team before you get there. ... maybe.” A grin stretches across his lips, a hint of challenge in his voice as he ruffles the younger man’s orange hair. 

“You better take it easy and do as the doc’ says until you’re clear to go. Otherwise I’ll tell Miya to give me his best sets. I think we’ve improved our quick quite a lot recently...” Oh yes, he knows the jab is cruel; but teasing is so tempting, when they both know who the real spiking menace here is.  

[pridewon]

@colorgold​ said:  Shouyo bounces on his toes, finger curling around the other’s wrist. “Adriah, let’s get ice cream! For cheat day!”

Aaaaaaah so hot. Adriah knows he should be used to scorching summer heats, but even the Spanish blood running in his veins isn’t enough to protect him from the heights of summer in Osaka; as familiar as it feels, a distant echo of home away from home. The afternoon slowly stretches into early evening, and the Black Jackals’ middle blocker looks up towards the sun trickling through bright green flurries of tree leaves. Now, what to do with the rest of his day?

His thought process barely started, Shouyo’s familiar voice rings behind him like a row of bells, and before he knows it, his teammates materialises in front of him, pulling him by the wrist with contagious enthusiasm painted all over his face; and if there is one thing Tomas is easily subjected to, it iscontagious enthusiasm. The Jackals’ European giant grin in return, a clear laugh bubbling in his throat. As much as Adriah thrives in the strange challenge that is being uprooted in a new culture and language, Shouyo’s company (and English-speaking abilities) is a real breath of fresh air in this new life of his. 

“Oh man, I could kill for ice cream! It’s too hot to eat anything else!” Tomas pretends to whine, one leg moving to step forward and follow his friend’s momentum; David pulling Goliath from his slumber, a small pup excitedly dragging a much larger, heavier dog out to play. Truly a comedic act to behold (as some of their fans have already noted). In one long stride he catches up with the hitter, slinging one arm around the smaller man’s shoulders in pure Mediterranean cordiality: “Okay, let’s go! You find the place, and it’s my treat. Deal?” 

[pridewon]

@agorace​ // inunaki asked for a starter!

At last, he hears it - the soft rustling of the waves rolling and crashing on black sand beach, melting into the soft breeze that cools them down after an impossibly hot morning. Hawaii is deceptively tranquil, but the scorching sun, the intense heat and the light beating down on them all day long as he and Shion ventured into mountains and luxurious forests, sometimes remins him of the merciless summers of Catalonia. Tomas looks up from the barely trodden path, and lets a smile bloom across easy, youthful features. “Woah.” Woah indeed. The view is breathtaking; and he’s not just talking about his boyfriend watching over their final destination with a triumphant look on his face. 

“This is amazing!” Ever the enthusiast for all things new, Adriah watches with child-like wonder in his eyes, as he leaves deep footprints into charcoal-coloured sand - volcanic remains, from what he read on the plane. With a huff, he lets his bag hit the sand and arches his back, stretching impossibly long limbs skywards, before he lays out a beach towel before him and sits down - how long have they been walking, again? Hard to say - time flies, when you’re having fun! A relieved sigh passes the threshold of his lips; and as Shion comes to stand beside him, the Black Jackals’ middle blocker cannot resist the temptation of leaving a featherlite kiss on the leg that’s within reach. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this before. We need to take a picture of the volleyball on the black sand for Shoyo! He’s going to go nuts!” The Jackals’ gentle giant chuckles; but, they’ve got all the time in the world for pictures. And for everything else, really. He hums to himself and unties his shoes, frees his left ankle from the taping he always uses to secure his tendon during intense exercise and gently stretches it: “You grew up in a beautiful place, Shion. Do you ever miss it, when you’re in Japan?” Of course wonder triggers curiosity - and though a few years of long distance had made them experts at talking, it seems there is always more to talk about. When it comes to Shion Inunaki, Adriah’s curiosity, at least, is boundless.