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[thestarspangledman]

[--So, students of Floodholme, here's a probably very familiar sight. Yeah, it's that one kid. The skinny little fiesty guy who's roommates with Tony Stark and Keeper for the Cockerel quidditch team. That kid that looks like he's gonna break in half every time a quaffle flies his way. (But his team still wins, so ...there.)

Anyway, Steve's in the infirmary, looking -- slightly bruised, to say the very least. He's recuperating from a fall off his broomstick from the last quidditch game, courtesy of a bludger smacked his way. He might sound a little hoarse and out of breath, too. But he's got a pile of schoolbooks around him, and is looking very determined.]

Tony? Could you bring me the transfiguration homework, maybe? ...Or, uh. [He pauses to clear his throat a little, with a wince.]

I dunno. If anyone wants to say hello, that's alright, too.


((OOC: Welcome to breach!Steve. He's bitty, a Keeper, prone to getting sick, and the most stubborn sonofabitch you will probably ever meet. He's also best friends with Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes, a decent student, and a pretty friendly guy despite his teeniness.))

Comments

[thestarspangledman]

I said leave her alone.

[darknessb4me]

And it was so much more convincing the second time.

s-sorry steve

[psychic_hotline]

Save it, Menethil. Maybe if you actually had the balls to ask me out instead of stealing my Quidditch gear to jerk off into like the lonely little psycho creep you are then I'd feel, like, at all troubled by your existence ever.

[darknessb4me]

Wow, you put a lot of thought into that story when I didn't even steal your fucking Quidditch gear.