Sending u that trans Sport prompt for later
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Sportacus made his way back to the ship’s ladder as quickly as he could bythe light of the streetlamps. It was awkward with his arms crossed tightly overhis chest.
The kids had taken another stab at sleeping in a tent in the park, onlyfor something to happen (again) and Sportacus had needed to wake up and help(again). He didn’t mind helping the kids. That wasn’t the problem.
He had just grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder when an aggravated voicecut the night, “Sportaflop!”
Sportacus flinched and retracted his hand to cover his chest again. Heturned and forced a smile onto his face, “Hello, Robbie!”
Robbie Rotten came stomping over. Sportacus cast a quick look over hisshoulder to make sure the kids weren’t nearby.
“What is going on up here?! Why was everyone screaming? Why are you allbeing so loud this late?!”
“Sorry. The kids were camping again and I think they got carried away withthe ghost stories. Or at least Trixie did.”
Robbie looked Sportacus up and down. Sportacus tensed.
“Are you cold or something?”
“Then why are your arms like that? Is there a stain on your shirt?”
“No. I- Well…” He checked behind him again. The lights were off in allthe houses. No more tent, no children. No one to overhear.
Sportacus fixed his eyes on his boots, “I… don’t have my binder on,”he stated, trying to stay calm, “I don’t like being down here without it andthere was no time to put it on because it’s more important to get to thetrouble first so I wasn’t going to stop just to grab it but it’sweird not having it on in town and I don’t want the kids to see me like thisand there’s no better way to hide myself so—”
He was fully aware that he was rambling. Sportacus couldfeel his embarrassment rising the longer he spoke. The alternative was to stoptalking and give Robbie a chance to respond to what Sportacus was sure was astartling realization. He had been planning on having this talk with Robbiesomeday soon now that the two were friends, but not like this.
Sportacus shut his mouth and looked up. Robbie had his hands up in atime-out gesture. Under normal circumstances, Sportacus would have been amusedthat he was using sports hand signals. Right now, Sportacus was trying veryhard not to just turn and climb up his ladder as fast as he could.
Robbie crossed his own arms, “Ignoring the… new information for asecond; if it makes you that uncomfortable, why don’t you just wear your binderto bed?”
That was honestly Robbie’s first question? Sportacus blinked, “Why don’t I—Because it’s unhealthy?” It was hard to keep the ‘I mean duh’tone out of his voice, “I wear it all day, it’s not good to wear it 24/7. Thebody needs time to recover.”
Robbie rolled his eyes, “If I had known I was going to get a health lectureI wouldn’t have come up here.”
Sportacus laughed. This wasn’t how he imagined this conversation going buthe would take it. Oh Gods he would take it.
“Th-that can’t be your only question,” Sportacus managed to say after a fewmoments, “You probably have a hundred other things to say.”
“Yes but as you ranted at me,you’re uncomfortable down here without your full uniform on,” Robbie straightenhis vest absently, “We can talk tomorrow afternoon. If you want. I mean, youdon’t have to. We don’thave to. It’s not like you have toexplain yourself but if you wanted to come by for lunch then—”
Sportacus reached out and clapped a hand on Robbie’sshoulder, “Now you’re ranting.”
“I’m trying not to offend you.”
“You’re doing fine,” Sportacus smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.”
And, smiling awkwardly, Robbie turned and left. Sportacus watched him gobefore starting his climb up the ladder, emotionally spent and ready forbed.