Flag Football Practice: Gym, Sunday Noon

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

It was Sunday. And Sunday meant flag football practice. John had been sort of busy on Saturday, forgetting that it was Daylight Savings and thus, was later than usual setting up the gym.

When the group arrived, they would find handouts and yoga mats laid out on the floor.

Stretching was very important!

[Come sail away...]

The Gym, Sunday Early Morning

[intraspective]

Ino yawned as she entered the gym. She'd stayed up far too late last night, too over-excited about her garden to sleep and she was paying for it now by being a little later than normal to the gym.

She still beat Liir there though. Funny that.

With a shake of her head Ino started stretching.

[Ino is here for Liir, but totally open for any of your gymish or Inoish needs.]

Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had commandeered a piece of the Second Floor common room in order to set up a cake. A rather large cake, white chocolate raspberry. Naminé's favourite, so far as Valentine knew. He had handwavily conned it out of the Café Fina staff for their favourite almost-manager-type-person, and had even managed to resist the urge to eat the entire thing on the way back to the dorms with it.

It was a huge accomplishment.

The occasion? Naminé's birthday. Or some sort of birthday-like equivalent, Valentine wasn't going to split hairs over that sort of thing, really.

What was important here was that there was cake. And juggling. But no juggling cake.

Let's see how long that might last, hm?

[[Small OCD is here! If you know Naminé, feel free to assume that Valentine handwavily informed you somehow of the party-thing, and even if you don't-- come on, who can resist the white-chocolate raspberry cake from Fina? Serious.]]