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[captaintrapper]

[message from: Tormo -] Meeting's done. I'll be in the lobby if you wanna swing by there

[captaintrapper]

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[tormotheterror]

[Tormo watched Remis approach him and he regarded him with a short nod, putting his phone away.]

Hey bud, how’s it goin’?

[captaintrapper]

I’m doing pretty well; certainly glad the whole fiasco of a Cup is over now.

[Remis gave a short, nervous laugh. He could tell Tormo was a bit on the edge and wouldn’t dare to ask about the meeting now.]

Shall we get going?

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo gestured out towards the main doors at the entrance of the hotel.] Lead the way.

[captaintrapper]

Alright. 

[Remis turn and lead them both of out the hotel and towards a side street. He know of a small, out-of-the way place that was guaranteed to not be swarming with tourists and rabid fans. He did his best to try and fall into step besides Tormo while still leading him.]

So…got any plans for when you return home?

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo shrugged, hands shoved in his pockets.] Say hi to my folks an’ brothers, get shit done around the house... walk my turdle. [He gives a weak chuckle.]

Barrels o’ fun at “Chez Terror”, y’know. [He glances at Remis.] So what about you?

[captaintrapper]

[message from: Tormo -] Meeting's done. I'll be in the lobby if you wanna swing by there

[captaintrapper]

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[tormotheterror]

[Tormo watched Remis approach him and he regarded him with a short nod, putting his phone away.]

Hey bud, how’s it goin’?

[captaintrapper]

I’m doing pretty well; certainly glad the whole fiasco of a Cup is over now.

[Remis gave a short, nervous laugh. He could tell Tormo was a bit on the edge and wouldn’t dare to ask about the meeting now.]

Shall we get going?

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo gestured out towards the main doors at the entrance of the hotel.] Lead the way.

[captaintrapper]

[message from: Tormo -] Meeting's done. I'll be in the lobby if you wanna swing by there

[captaintrapper]

[text] Sounds good. I’ll meet you there in half an hour.

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo didn’t bother replying back. He hung around the foyer, next to one of the potted plants, trying not to draw unwanted attention to himself. Remis might have a little trouble finding him, but he figured he’d make himself known once he saw the Poogle in question.]

[He continued to play ‘Flappy Buzzer’ on his phone. He found it to be helpful at curbing his foul mood; if he messed up, he would have to refrain from throwing his phone at the wall, lest he wanted to shell out for a new phone– which he didn’t.]

[captaintrapper]

[Remis quickly got ready, throwing on a light blue polo and khakis. Even the simple act of dressing was making him ache; he felt the fatigue in the marrow of his bones. This year had-for lack of a better term-sucked (despite their sudden improvement). If it weren’t for his teammates zeal, he knew they’d be last again. He had to admit to himself that the fire he once felt as the Trapper was quickly slipping away.

Too many things weighed on his mind as he made the semi-short walk to the hotel: his next engineering courses that were starting up in less than two months, who he’d find as a replacement once he’d secured a job at one of Altador’s rising firms, how his sons were getting older and older and yet he barely saw them these days…

Remis shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts. They were making his chest hurt and his stomach feel sick. It had been happening too often as well, but at least he could push them away. It would do no good to dwell on it. The Cup was over, and he could have a fun night with his best friend before the latter would disappear back to the Citadel. 

He entered the hotel lobby and quickly scanned it. It wasn’t as packed as it normally was, but it still took the Poogle a few moments to find the Darigan: there he was: half-hidden by a big potted plant, face buried in his smartphone. Remis smiled and walked over to him, not wanting to call out attention to themselves by shouting Tormo’s name.]

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo watched Remis approach him and he regarded him with a short nod, putting his phone away.]

Hey bud, how’s it goin’?

[captaintrapper]

[message from: Tormo -] Meeting's done. I'll be in the lobby if you wanna swing by there

[captaintrapper]

[text] Sounds good. I’ll meet you there in half an hour.

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo didn’t bother replying back. He hung around the foyer, next to one of the potted plants, trying not to draw unwanted attention to himself. Remis might have a little trouble finding him, but he figured he’d make himself known once he saw the Poogle in question.]

[He continued to play ‘Flappy Buzzer’ on his phone. He found it to be helpful at curbing his foul mood; if he messed up, he would have to refrain from throwing his phone at the wall, lest he wanted to shell out for a new phone– which he didn’t.]

[captaintrapper]

Thank Altador it’s over…

[tormotheterror]

This season was fucking brutal. I’m gonna nap for 50 years.

[captaintrapper]

I’m with you, my friend. >_>

[tormotheterror]

But you know at least you guys jumped from 18th to 12th place. That ain’t nothing to sneeze at.

[captaintrapper]

Thanks Tormo, that means a lot. I’m still wondering how I did it, to be honest. You’ll have to thank my team; they really poured their hearts into this season in a way I hadn’t seen before. 

And don’t get too down over the standings. Like you said, it was rough for everyone, and you all still did a hell of a job. You’re still one of the teams we fear the most. ;)

[tormotheterror]

Yeah, I could definitely tell. Keep it up.

Thanks for the pep talk and all but I gotta face the facts, this year was our absolute freaking worst and we all know it. Cap wants to call in a meeting tomorrow. We gotta figure out what went stupid and we gotta figure it fast.

[captaintrapper]

Oh goodness. :( 

 If you’re free afterwards, would you like to grab dinner or something before you go back? Sorry I couldn’t earlier; things were so hectic (although I probably don’t need to tell you, heh).

[tormotheterror]

Sure, I’ll take you up on that. We’ll still be at the hotel for another day or two before we gotta head out. And don’t worry about it, I get it.

[captaintrapper]

Thank Altador it’s over…

[tormotheterror]

This season was fucking brutal. I’m gonna nap for 50 years.

[captaintrapper]

I’m with you, my friend. >_>

[tormotheterror]

But you know at least you guys jumped from 18th to 12th place. That ain’t nothing to sneeze at.

[captaintrapper]

Thanks Tormo, that means a lot. I’m still wondering how I did it, to be honest. You’ll have to thank my team; they really poured their hearts into this season in a way I hadn’t seen before. 

And don’t get too down over the standings. Like you said, it was rough for everyone, and you all still did a hell of a job. You’re still one of the teams we fear the most. ;)

[tormotheterror]

Yeah, I could definitely tell. Keep it up.

Thanks for the pep talk and all but I gotta face the facts, this year was our absolute freaking worst and we all know it. Cap wants to call in a meeting tomorrow. We gotta figure out what went stupid and we gotta figure it fast.

[captaintrapper]

Thank Altador it’s over…

[tormotheterror]

This season was fucking brutal. I’m gonna nap for 50 years.

[captaintrapper]

I’m with you, my friend. >_>

[tormotheterror]

But you know at least you guys jumped from 18th to 12th place. That ain’t nothing to sneeze at.

[captaintrapper]

Thank Altador it’s over…

[tormotheterror]

This season was fucking brutal. I’m gonna nap for 50 years.

[collifey]

[Reshar laughed, smiling fondly down at Tormo.] Alright that sounds more like you, let’s do it.

You should handle the trick and I’ll keep an eye out for a treat.

[tormotheterror]

Sounds good ta me.

[They continued walking until Tormo noticed a low dirt path, partially covered by greenery, out of the corner of his eye.]

Don’ think we’ve gone this way yet. Wanna check it out?

[collifey]

[Reshar peered down the path and nodded eagerly, turning to follow the narrow path.]

So what have you got in mind? 

[He peered ahead looking for any signs of something that would catch his eye.]

[tormotheterror]

Mm, ain’t sure yet. I kinda want him ta just open his suitcase and BAM! [He bopped his fist into the palm of his other hand.] Y’know what I mean?

[Tormo glanced around, distracted by the unfamiliar, and rather bizarre flora surrounding them.] Off-topic, but I gotta say some a’ these flowers are REALLY trippy-lookin’.

[He looked up at Reshar, eyes squinted and head tilted.] Know what any of ‘em are?

[collifey]

[Reshar giggled at mental image of their captain’s reaction to what Tormo had planned, and he nodded.] Yeah I think so.

[He shrugged, looking around.] Some yeah.  [He pointed at a patch of orange and blue flowers.] Those are Kougra Lillies. And those are snake roses. [He said pointing to a purple and yellow plant.]

[Reshar kneeled onto the ground next to Tormo and stroked the petals of another flower.] And this is an electric daffodil. I can never get them to grow in the Citadel. [He said forlornly.]

[He brightened.] Oh look! Yooyu flowers. [He grabbed Tormo’s arm and pulled him over to a bright patch of flowers.]

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo watched, hands behind his back, as Reshar named off the flowers. He’d sometimes bend down a little to take a closer look at a particular specimen, but mainly kept his focus on his goalie, and how gentle he was with the plants.]

[He was about to comfort Reshar at his despondence for not being about to grow a certain flower, but was quickly pulled into the bed of Yooyu flowers instead.]

Yeah Resh, they’re really somethin’…

[In actuality, Tormo felt the flowers looked too alike to their namesake, as if they were faceless corpses. He looked at Reshar and decided to keep that morbid sentiment to himself.]

[collifey]

[Reshar nodded happily.] There aren’t any Darigan Yooyu ones though, which sucks. I guess the breeders never really bothered.

[He stood up again, dusting the dirt off his knees.] Come on. We should keep exploring. Unless you wanted to stay?

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo remained sitting, legs out in front, moving his feet from side to side.] Dunno. Whatever you wanna do.

[collifey]

[Reshar smiled and reached down, grabbing Tormo’s arm and pulling him up, not letting go once the Bruce was standing.] I think we should keep looking.  

[tormotheterror]

[Tormo noticed the lingering hold on his arm. Without thinking much about it, he mirrored the motion and grabbed Reshar’s. His claws grazed against the inside of his goalie’s wrist. He leaned his weight experimentally onto his toes. Reshar was big; Tormo only came up to his chest at the most, even with his head tilted up to him.]

[He dropped his head down with a quiet, resigned sigh. Then looked back at his goalie with a grin.]

You win, buddy. [He turned towards the path, fluidly letting go of his grasp and pulling away from Reshar’s.] Let’s boogie, then.

[tormotheterror]

what the fuck you have a long tail what the actual fuck

You think it’s long? Awesome!

[captaintrapper]

I haven’t been this sore in a while…I guess my age is catching up to me…

[tormotheterror]

Take more time to warm up and cool down between matches, it’ll help some.

[captaintrapper]

Thanks; I’ll try. I’ve been so busy, I feel like I can’t even catch my breath. 

[tormotheterror]

Yeah, but don’t be afraid to dial it down a notch when you gotta. Last thing you need is a burnout when the tourney’s just started.

Let me know if you wanna grab a bite or something, take a load off for a couple hours.

[captaintrapper]

I haven’t been this sore in a while…I guess my age is catching up to me…

[tormotheterror]

Take more time to warm up and cool down between matches, it’ll help some.

[captaintrapper]

Tomorrow is too close yet too far.

[brightvale-montecito]

Fuck! I can’t practice with a hangover… Dammit….

[salayneritad-blog]

Tried that once….I think I couldn’t move for a couple days afterwards.

[tormotheterror]

Heh, that sure brings me back.

[tormotheterror]

magic!anon says: hey buddy, yeah. buddy. you're sexually attracted to potatoes in addition to whatever you were attracted to before. do what you wish but now all potatoes are slightly more sexy for you sorry I don't make the rules

[Tormo has not seen a potato in the last few hours and ergo does not feel any different. Yet.]

[tormotheterror]

What's the best dream you've ever had?

When my team wins the cup for the second time. I still have this dream every once in a while. Still stings when I wake up from it.

[collifey]

We’ll get there again :)

[tormotheterror]

Yeah, soon enough.

[nurse-phoena]