Ruben
Whatever is there to object to?
Sat Dec 9, 2017 22:32
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Holland accepted the ball from him, and provided the excellent reassurance that volleyball was more about hitting than throwing. “Ja, I am, thank you.” Ruben’s grin widened as he matched their pace walking over to the large net that was stretched out across a more open part of the mock beach. He hadn’t paid it much attention originally, just a cursory glance before his eyes found something (or someone) more interesting to acknowledge. That glance certainly hadn’t been enough to give him any hints as to what the net could possibly be used for, and ‘volleyball’ likely wouldn’t have been first to his mind anyways, but apparently the answer that he had not been seeking was indeed ‘volleyball’, and now Holland was positioning themself in front of the net. The Swede eyed the scene in front of him, idly tossing his creepy towel to the side.

It had been a long time since someone else had actually taught Ruben something related to the physical body. Normally he was the one teaching (slash criticizing) (same difference, really). Being taught about volleyball sounded lame, just a way to kill time, because clearly it wasn’t much of a sport if he had watched it once and never felt inspired by watching to play it himself. However, being taught by Holland was appealing. Ruben admired their thoroughness, whether in Runes class assignments or simply debating the value of the judicial system. He assumed this would apply as well to their performance in volleyball.

He whistled appreciatively at their body their serve and sure, body too, they did have a very clean and graceful way of moving through this strike and he’d have to be blind not to notice it, but anyone spying would think he was just admiring the curve of the ball as Holland demonstrated how to serve. “Ball serving is a bit different from serving pancakes,” he joked, seizing on the first food that came to mind as he took the ball from them. “Though I would not protest to adopt that at breakfast... And Boot might have a reaction to that, too. Maybe even say something that makes sense and does not reference the thirteen-hundred-years.” Snickering at his own commentary, rolling his eyes, he turned the ball over in his hands a couple times to get a feel for its weight, and then laid it on his palm like Holland had.

Now he had a choice - to imitate Holland perfectly or to mess it up? The former he could do easily. Duh. But the latter… Ruben went with it. He didn’t over-exaggerate it, or at least tried not to, but his stance and arms were both a bit off. Holland corrected his stance by demonstration (sigh) but they guided more directly the angle of his arms. The buzz of his skin under their fingers was enough to prompt the spontaneous urge to drop the ball in favour of them, but Ruben checked himself and instead got rid of the volleyball by swinging his fist at it. He connected with more force than Holland had and watched, amused despite himself, as the ball curved up, cleared the net with plenty of room to spare, and slammed back down into the sand. “Fun. Help me once more,” he requested, giving Holland a grin.

Ruben had summoned the ball back and was ready to serve it again, his ex once again fixing his arm position and his skin once again buzzing in satisfaction at the contact, when they were interrupted. Ugh. He glanced over his shoulder. “Hej to you also. Bored of partying already?” His smirk made the comment both a crack and a critique. Danny was an alright dude, as they had established earlier in the year, but they were not exactly friends. And his presence right now really wasn’t wanted, needed, or otherwise asked for. And why was he dragging Kaye by the hand along with him? And why did Kaye look like she did when she had a Big Pain Moment? She’d been fine when they left Aquila together, and even when they’d parted after getting to the party, but her expression now wasn’t so great.

He had no time to address this as Danny decided to force an actual game on them, which for some reason involved taking his shirt off. Blue eyes narrowed slightly and he cast a side-glance towards Holland before scanning the beach around them. Was Emmett behind this again? Fan, the guy had his own girlfriend now, and he still couldn’t leave them alone. Ruben wasn’t an idiot, tack så mycket, and of course he was suspicious about the constant interruptions whenever he and Holland got time together. But also, of course he couldn’t resist a challenge. But also the second, Kaye was sick. With a dramatic sigh, Ruben challenged back, “What, do you not think that we-” a nod to him and Holland “-can take you on? Or did you just want an excuse to strip? It is not like there is a whole net to separate the teams out,” he concluded sarcastically. The smirk had returned throughout this, but soon dropped when he looked towards Kaye and more seriously asked her, “Are you well enough to play now? Your workout schedule has a hard day tomorrow.” Wasn’t necessary to include that bit, but he wanted to spare her ego and give her an out if she needed.

  • I have an objection - Dardanius Dubois, Fri Dec 8 16:28
    Kaye actually took his hand, which was definitely a surprise. Of course by now he should have learned not to have any expectations when it came to Kaye, but old habits die hard. He helped her out the ... more
    • Whatever is there to object to? - Ruben, Sat Dec 9 22:32
      • I don’t see anything objectionable here - Holland, Mon Dec 11 11:38
        The first time he got it wrong, Holland patiently corrected Ruben’s serving stance. Not that they were that much of an expert on volleyball, but they had played the sport and Ruben had not. The... more
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