Learning the Lay of the Land [open to two]

    // Working out with what? // The plastic packaging wasn't very heavy. For Nea to be able to throw it with enough force to make the can rock like that...phew, he must do some serious training. This guy was getting more and more interesting. "Lots of teams would probably be happy to have you. Boxing, for one."

    Oh, great! Nea was going to be going to Zela Academy too! Now he'd at least have someone to wave to in the halls or chat with during lunch. Being a senior at a new school was going to be a little weird for the first few weeks, so Julian was pleased he'd know someone in the meantime. "Yup, looks like we'll be in the same boat. And I hope we do; it'd kinda suck to know someone there and not get to talk to them, right?" They should at least be able to see each other during lunch and crossover periods, right? Unless they had some rule at the school that said students couldn't go to other floors besides the one that corresponded with their grade level. then they'd have a problem. But hey, maybe Nea would be in the same grade as him? That would be convenient, but there was a pretty good chance that that wasn't so. Oh well; meeting after school was still an option! Oh, or at clubs! "Hey, Zela supposedly has a basketball team. You could try out with me if you want. Or if it's not your thing, that's cool. You could come cheer me on at games instead!" A big grin spread over Julian's face at his suggestion. It'd be nice playing with someone he knew, but hey, moral support from the sidelines would be cool too.

    Bzz. Bzz.

    "Oh, gimme a sec." Julian pulled his hand from his pocket and held up a finger, using his other hand to pull out his phone and answer it. "'Sup?" There was a brief pause as he listened to the person on the other end. "...Sure, no problem...Alright, see you." The dark-haired teen tapped the END CALL button before looking back at Nea with a smile. "Sorry, I gotta bolt. I'll see you around soon, right? For that Penecia tour?" Laughing lightly before turning and jogging off, Julian waved over his shoulder to the other teen, calling out, "See ya!" Today hadn't been so bad. He'd met someone new, found a schoolmate, learned a bit about San Malarus, and gotten a pretty good lunch. Now all that was left was to get home and make sure the movers got rid of all of those boxes without breaking anything.

Nea would laugh when Julian suggested boxing. Imagining himself wearing those red glove thingies and punching people was just too funny. Oh, he could, but he’d probably suck at being serious in the face of something like that.‘‘Mhmm, perhaps so...‘‘

Right, that would suck. Nea liked having people around, and not being able to meet with someone he knew? That wouldn’t make him happy at all. He had no idea whether they were in the same year or not, but surely they’d be able to meet at least during breaks. What kind of a school would it be otherwise? They couldn’t keep them cooped up in classrooms all the time, that wouldn’t be nice at all. And even if, Nea would most likely not listen. Like hell he would stay in one little space for so long. ‘‘Yeah, I hope we get to meet up sometime. That’d be cool.‘‘, he would grin, already imagining stuff they could do in the halls or somewhere.

When Julian mentioned sport teams, particularly basketball, he would pause to think. ‘Hmmmm..‘ It was true he didn’t consider clubs before, but if he could be in one with someone he knew then perhaps...‘‘Now that you say it, it sounds like fun. Maybe I would, though I don’t know how to play basketball...‘‘, he would trail off, only now realizing that small fact. Meh, so what, he could learn, no? Julian’s phone rung moments after, and Nea listened quietly to one side of the conversation until the other finished, saying goodbyes. Aw, and he was having fun there. But it was fine, if he had to go, he had to. ‘‘Yeah, sure, have fun! See ya later.‘‘, he would call after Julian, watching him run off for a while, before turning to Tsume who was sitting there, observing curiously. ‘‘Well, let’s go too, time to head home.‘‘, he would mutter cheerfully, walking off...

~Exit~