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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

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[smallestviper]

If you had a lower center of gravity and locked your legs around your broom you wouldn't have fallen.

And I never said that, especially if anyone in Shark asks.

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[thestarspangledman]

I'll keep it in mind. Thanks.

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[smallestviper]

Don't mention it. Bet you I could still knock you down.

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[thestarspangledman]

[A little snort.] Like this? Probably.

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[smallestviper]

Like I'd need you in a weakened state to take you down.

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[thestarspangledman]

....Hey.

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[smallestviper]

Hey yourself. [She doesn't wince when the astringent-smelling salve is applied to her knee, nor does she look particularly concerned as it begins to knit itself back together.] No offense, but you're just tiny.

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[thestarspangledman]

Doesn't mean I can't fight. [He can. Until he gets tired, at least.]