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The Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

Two days ago, Dolf had convinced Triela to come out and play football with him. After all, they were some of the few people on the island who actually knew how to play it - and it had been a very long time since the last time he'd gotten to play a real game.

And so by Tuesday afternoon, he was at the gym, about thirty minutes early. Mostly so he could kick the ball around, set up the makeshift goals, and so on. He had his bright orange SNEIJDER jersey on, and white shorts, and equally white socks - football clothes.

Oh yes. He was ready. Now he just needed Triela to stop on by.

[[ dolf is here for one and for SP, but open gym is open ]]

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Triela showed up precisely on time. Which was no surprise.

She also showed up wearing her a suit and boots with two and a half inch heels.

So... not exactly ready to play?

"Hey," she called, waving and offering Dolf a quick smile.

"...Hey," Dolf said, bringing the ball to a full stop with his foot.

And staring at her boots. "Uh, did you want to change first?"

Triela blinked. "Do you think I should?"

"You're wearing heels," Dolf said, helpfully. Even more helpfully, he pointed at them. "You can't play football in heels. Unless you want to get hurt."

"Oh." Triela considered that, then nodded. She balanced on one foot to unzip one boot, peeling it off and setting it gently on the floor. Then she switched feet and repeated the process with the other boot.

Now she was just in her stockings. "Is that better?"

"It would be best if you had football shoes," Dolf said, sighing. He held up his own foot in example. "But that will do for now."

She didn't know that much about it, then.

"They won't help that much with traction on this surface, will it?" she asked, eying the gym floor.

"But they will keep your feet safe!"

He gave the ball a kick towards the goal at the nearby wall. "I set up some goals," he pointed out, "So we can get started. For practice, first."

"Oh, my feet will be fine." Triela grinned again. "They're virtually indestructible."

Now she felt better. Less... out of her depth. If only a little.

Dolf pulled a face at her. "It looks weird," was his final judgement, "But if you think it works."

He jogged up to the goal, and the ball. "That one's yours," he said, helpfully, pointing to the one at the far wall.

Triela glanced back at it and nodded. "This is going to be weird one on one, isn't it?" Not that she was objecting. After all, he very clearly knew more about this than she did.

"It's training," he pointed out. "The big teams do this too. Sometimes!"

Very much sometimes. "We'll just see how many times we can score, yes?" He picked up the ball, setting it down neatly front-and-center of his goal.

Hmm... She should probably get ready to defend. Triela thought for a moment and settled on a loose combat stance. It didn't look like a proper football thing, but... it wasn't too far off? And at least she could move.

She was doing something really funny with her body, and Dolf... well, Dolf wasn't sure what to make of it, but whatever worked for her, right?

He took a few steps back, then rushed forward, kicking the ball into play. It quickly shot around to the center of the room, and he jogged after it.

Triela moved forward, mindful of the position of her goal, the ball, herself, and Dolf. Only four things. That was simple.

She didn't run too fast. She wanted Dolf to get to the ball first so she could observe him a bit. He knew how the game was played, after all. Beyond the bits she'd picked up simply living in Rome and watching games.

As a result, he reached the ball first, pushing it sideways and away from her as he tried to dodge around her. The goal was defenseless otherwise, after all.

She'd anticipated something like that, so she was able to step to the side, keeping herself between him and the goal. No move for the ball yet. Waiting on him still.

That was starting to become obvious.

Dolf recovered in record time, though - he was a good player - and quickly rolled it back over to the other side, darting there as he looked for an opening.

Again the direction change wasn't hard to anticipate, but Triela hadn't thought he'd make it so fast. She had to take a couple of quick steps back in order to keep him from getting around her before she could get back in position.

He took that precise moment to kick the ball away -- diagonally -- right past her, where she had been standing earlier. Dolf took off after it at top speed (at least for him) trying to get to and stabilise the ball while he still could.

Triela scowled at herself. She should have seen that coming.

She spun, almost losing her footing as her stockings slid across the gym floor, but then she took off after him. Not at her top speed, but fast enough to catch up with him before he could quite get the ball back under control. At which point she took a quick, inexpert swipe at the ball.

He didn't have it under control yet, but enough to bat it out of her way a little. It did send the ball closer to the line, and so Dolf sped up some more, tapping the ball away from it while he still could.

He got the ball back under control with one more tap, but by now, he'd had to come to a standstill.

Now all Triela had to do was come to a similar standstill. Except this time her stockings did betray her and her foot slid out from under her, sending her careening past him.

That brought Dolf out of the playing mindset for a minute.

He kicked the ball in the vague direction of the goal first (mostly 'pass the ball to the goalie' etiquette burned into his brain) and turned to see where she was going. "Triela!"

She was already bouncing back to her feet with a scowl. "I'm fine," she insisted.

"Maybe you were right about the shoes," she admitted.

"Gear is really important in sports," he lectured. "We do have them for a reason."

Triela eyed her stockings for a minute, then shrugged. "Well, maybe I'll get some better shoes for next time."

Or maybe not.

She was back on her feet and turned to look at the ball. "Shall we get back to it?"

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The Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

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