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[log] FOOTBALL ON THE MALL (courtyard)

There has been tradition at Dice North Senior High School since as long as any of the students can remember, which isn't very long since the seniors had only been attending the school for 3 years. Nonetheless Clint had brought out a couple of cones to use as a makeshift inzone and, much to Easton's dismay, the pinnies to differentiate teams.

So at about 3pm on wednesday afternoon Clinton Calloway pushes the siren button from the middle of the courtyard. "DICE HIGH STUUUUUDENTS! HURRY ON OVER TO THE COURTYARD FOR A FUN, ALL AMERICAN GAME OF FOOOOTBALL!"

okay but seriously why hasn't anyone taken that away from him yet.

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" They're all really big......" Issa fidgeted a little beside Atlas. At least Issa and Diedrich were about the same size?? So even though everyone else in the whole fucking school was huge, at least Issa didn't have to feel super tiny next to Diedrich.

"Are they all really good?? "

Diedrich lightly slapped Issa on the back. "I'm sure you could take 'em! Just gotta go for the legs."

"They are very althetic young men who know the game well yes." Atlas leans over to re-tie his tattered shoe. "But this is an introductory game of touch football, so there won't be any injuries."

Well, that was probably for the best. If someone like Jojo tackled Diedrich, he might just die. "Do we get to choose our teams? Should we all be on the same one?"

Issa shifted his weight back and forth nervously, hands stuffed in his pockets.
" Ummm, I might just watch, actually..." He looked between Atlas and Diedrich, shrugging a little bit. It was probably going to be fun sure but well. Atlas was huge compared to him and there were people out there bigger than Atlas. And not just in height. Issa was chickening out.

"Aw, c'mon! It'll be fun! He said it was touch football, so no one will get hurt!" Diedrich is positively beaming at him. He put a hand on Issa's shoulder. "And if you do, you can blame me entirely and punch me in the face." Yeah that's probably not helping, Diedrich.

"Let's go over and say hello." Atlas suggests "Clint will know the best way to split up teams."

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Issa makes some quiet whining noise but reluctantly follows Atlas and Diedrich out onto the field. But Atlas was pretty cool right, so if he was friends with the rest of them, then it's probably cool. Maybe. Hopefully.

"alright..."

When Atlas and his lil friends approach, Clint jogs over to greet them.

"Atlas!" Clint smiles from ear to ear and gives him a big hug "It's great to see you again."

Instead of asking Atlas who his new friends were, he turns to Issa and Diedrich. Careful not to tower over the two he relaxes his posture and keeps a respectful distance.

"I don't think we've met." He extends a hand "I'm Clint."

Diedrich was the first to take his hand. He shook enthusiastically. "I think I remember your campaign stuff from last year. I'm Diedrich!"

"Thanks Diedrich!" Clint shakes his hand back. Unlike Atlas, this guy had a solid, strong handshake. "You interested in play some football with us?"

Issa takes his hand after Diedrich and gives him a little shake.
"I'm Issa."

"Clint." He introduces himself to Issa, still grabbing on tight to the boy's hand "Nice to meet you Issa. You wouldn't happen to be related to Coach Atsafune would you?"

Issa brightens up and nods, " Yeah! He's my older brother -- are you guys friends??"

Clint gives Issa a huge pat on the back. "Yeah he's a great guy. I've never had much luck with basketball, but love his class. You interested in playing football Issa?"

Issa has to take a couple steps to keep from stumbling over.
" Uhhh, well! I mean, I don't...I mean yeah. I don't know if I'd be any good.."

"Everyone has to start somewhere! I taught my little brother how to play when he was younger than you!"

He hands a blue pinny to Issa and a red one to Atlas and Diedrich.

Diedrich pulled the pinny over his tshirt. It was way too large, with the neck hanging around the middle of his chest and the hem ending at least mid-thigh. Hey, at least it matched his shorts.

He looked over at Issa, who still looked indecisive about playing. "Oh no, we're on different teams! Don't worry, Issa, I'll go easy on you." He tried smiling reassuringly at him.

Issa looked at the pinny, then to Diedrich. He was still a bit apprehensive, but he put it on anyway. Clint did make it feel a lot more comfortable.

"You don't have to. Go easy, I mean. I'm okay. "

Diedrich put a hand on Issa's shoulder and shook it a little bit. "In that case, good luck! May we meet again on the battlefield!" He then begun to jog away but turned around midstep and flashed Issa two thumbs up. "Good luck!"

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