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[attr="class","congrats"] Mikhail Koenig @morgan | 333 words | notes Mikhail dramatically sighed as he made his way into the basketball court for gym class, hating his life at the moment. The kid wasn't terribly unatheletic, he just preferred not to sweat if he didn't have to. Moping his way toward the other students, it was no surprise that they would be doing basketball drills today. Apparently just two on two. For a brief moment the red head's hazel eyes darted around the court trying to decide who he would partner with, but was quickly let down with the teacher's announcement of being paired up. Oh well, he was sure he could convince whoever he was with to just the minimal amount of work so they wouldn't get too sweaty. "Koenig and Katz..." Katz... Morgan? Mikhail searched around the room finally spotting the blonde and made his way over. With a friendly enough smile, Mikhail held a hand up and waved a bit. "Yo partner." Grabbing a basketball and making their way to the assigned hoop, Mikhail looked toward his partner. "Alright, do you know how to do the layups?" Sure they all were required to take gym class, but that didn't really mean that everyone knew about sports. Mikhail thought it would be safer to ask. After all, he didn't want to just throw the ball and the other kid got beamed right in the face or something. Though he had a small fit of laughter at the thought of it. "So Morgie, have I ever really seen you in gym class before?" Mikhail couldn't really recall, though most of the time he just focused on the task at hand so he could get it over with. |
To me it's nothing but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my Styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me