#noahatwood

[nomadjones]

closed for: @noah-atwood

where: soccer pitch, morning of dallas' birthday

"Which way am I gonna go, Noah?" Dallas teases, dribbling the soccer ball at his feet, taking a light jog towards the penalty area where Noah had fallen victim to his birthday privilege and had to get in goal first. His footworks not as fancy as it used to be from lack of practice, though he still manages to make it unclear where he's aiming for until he launches a shot at the net of the bottom left corner of the goal.

[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 noah.

Dallas: How's your Sunday looking? Are you working or off?

[nomadjones]

for: @noah-atwood

where: sports bar outside of AB

"Yo, Noah!" There was an obvious wave of Dallas' hand in the air along with a whistle when he spotted the other man having walked through the door, seeking his attention so he didn't have to wander the length of the bar searching for him. He had secured a prime enough table, two tables to the right from front of the large TV with a close path to the bar in case the match didn't go his way and he needed to drown his sorrows.

"Over here, man." Dallas is had to miss in his Spurs home kit jersey, a measure of Captain Morgan's sitting in front of the empty seat at his table along with a Coke to be poured in it that he had gotten for Noah when he had gotten a Jack and Coke for himself.