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Flag Football Practice: Gym, Sunday Noon

John was feeling pretty good and had decided to run practice in a more traditional manner this week. He got to the gym and got out the footballs and flags before setting up cones around the perimeter of the gym.

"Okay, guys. Today it's time to get back to basics. After last week's, uh, interesting practice, I think we need to do some more focused work on passing and catching. We'll start with some good old fashioned laps around the gym and go from there!" John was far too excited at the prospect of running laps and was grinning rather a lot.

[ETA: Always said Sunday, ALWAYS]

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Johnny didn't move much. Johnny also didn't know Sokka was throwing a ball towards him. His eyes were focused on the audience, seeing if his girlfriend was around.

So he moved, a little, and the ball smacked him in the nose. "Whaaaaa...!"

"OOPS! Sorry!!!"

Sokka already had another ball at the ready. "Wanna try again, butterfingers?"

Johnny dropped his hand from his sore nose and raised a brow at Sokka. "You calling me names, pipsqueak?" He turned, facing the guy. "Come on, don't drop it now, and how about you aim a tad bit higher, eh?"

Sokka shrugged, took a few steps back, and threw the ball as high as he could.

It would still come down near Johnny, more or less. In a moment. Right now, it was getting some hang time.

It was a good throw, actually, even though Johnny had to take a few steps forward.

"Good throw," he called out to Sokka, grinning. But now it was his turn. "You might want to back up for this." Johnny hiked his arm back and threw the ball. It was high, it was long, and it was a neat spiral, headed straight for Sokka. Or you know, in the general vicinity.

Grinning, Sokka took a few steps forward, just to be contrary. ... Which, of course, was a mistake. He started running backwards, and then leapt for the ball, tumbling head over heels and ending up in a crumpled heap. "I got it!" he announced, one arm rising triumphantly from the tangle of limbs with the ball in hand.

Johnny watched in amazement, first of all that Sokka would actually step forward, but everything that followed after that just held him in stunned silence until he heard him yell that he had it.

"Yeah, great catch!" He was nothing if not encouraging, right?

Sokka lobbed the ball back towards Johnny, but since he was still laying on the ground, it only went a few yards. Then he stood up and dusted himself off. "It was, wasn't it?"

The ball didn't come close to Johnny, not lobbed from the ground the way it was. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, smiling over Sokka's last attempt.

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