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“Boost,” he whispers. “I’m gonna die this is so boring. When can we leave?”
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“Boost,” he whispers. “I’m gonna die this is so boring. When can we leave?”
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Ted squats down in a sprinting position, takes a deep breath, and sprints towards the spring board. His feet connect, and he immediately lets his momentum roll him forward into a hand repulsion before he gets a firm grip on the high bar. He executes a kip cast and hoists himself into a handstand and lets out a small laugh of satisfaction at the top. 0.4 points for him.
Of course, there’s no judges around. Just him and his mom’s old gym, the one that receives a steady supply of anonymous funding from him every month to keep up and running. It’s late, almost ten o’clock and he has the gym to himself, just how he likes it. A habit from his high school days– too many quips about how the rings were gonna snap under his body weight makes ol’ Teddy a shy boy.
He throws himself into a backwards Stalder, half turns into a reverse grip, and then launches himself around into a pike Stalder, counter straddle reverse hecht, and then catches himself back on the high bar with another laugh. Kord takes the lead. Ted shifts around, eyeing the low bar for his next move, when he sees a familiar blob of gold sitting in the stands.
“Gah!”
Ted turns his release into another loop at the last minute, painfully halting his momentum by snagging the bar behind his knees and hanging upside down to stare at his best friend with a hand on his chest.
“What are you doing here!?”
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“I’m pretty sure that anything with the word germ on the label is not made to be consumed by humans.”
He sets the jar back on the counter with a grimace. Wheat germ. What the fuck.
“What if I just ate, like, one piece of pizza.” He snaps his fingers. “Thin crust pizza! I’m gonna call in the order right now—”
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“I’m sorry, you did what to Tora’s movie collection?”
He tugs free the next twisted bundle of wires— when will L-Ron learn proper cable management?— and pokes his head out of the scraps of control panel to pin Booster with a look.
“You didn’t mess with her Frozen DVD, did you?” He points a finger at Michael in warning. “I’m not gluing your eyebrows back on when Bea is done with you.”
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“Okay, go long? Go wide?” Ted twists the football in his hand and winds his arm back. “Whatever, just— run!” He makes a shooing motion with his free hand. “Go!”
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