/No, they apparently can't, because, if you hadn't really noticed, you're talking to someone they most likely, like everybody else, wouldn't find appealing and think they have better stuff to do that wait for you to finish a goddamn sentence!/
Frog tried to grin. "Sure, as long as you don't forget to tell me, I'll come." Until then, Frog had to go do his duty and suffer through the game. He was just about to sigh, shrug, turn his phone back on to check his battery and his dear dear units' progress, lazily having thrown his bag over his shoulder- No, wait, where was his bag now?
Frog turned back.
There she was again, picking her pompoms up. It didn't seem real, almost, the way she kneeled as she did so, and her stature in that moment. Like she was floating in thin air, and not kneeling on the hard, cold floor of a school gym's hall. He kept silent, but it wasn't enough. She muttered something, something that barely caught his ear but still invoked memories long lost.
"I like your name. It means you're like the Frog Prince. Do you know the tale?"
The girl in Frog's memories smiled. "Heh... And what's your name, then..." He said, more to himself. Brittany wouldn't be able to hear it. He'd have to try and remember her name, at least, before fate bound them again. Or maybe just ask her next time... Who knows ~
Frog waited for Brittany to leave before going over to pick his bag up. Before running back off to watch the game, he cast one last glance at the long hall ending right around the corner, where she left.
[Frog - Exit]