"Hey! You said you wanted to play a game, so are you gonna?" Ever since he'd joined the Tiedoll unit, Daisya hadn't had a chance to play a single game of soccer. Now, out of nowhere, the newcomer was practically begging him to. With all the bottled-up energy he had, the other kid had better not be lying.
"Tch. I wouldn't be asking if I didn't. Now get up, asshole." Tiedoll had told him to work on his footwork, and the only way he could think of was to annoy the other apprentice. He'd seen him kicking the ball around, and he had to admit that it was impressive. If only he could learn how to do something like that…. "Just don't try anything stupid."
"Fine, fine. Tell ya what, I'll go easy on you this time. Maybe just some shooting practice." From what he'd heard, Kanda had never even touched a soccer ball, and now he wanted to learn how to play. Though it wasn't an easy sport, it wouldn't be too difficult to start out with the beginner's drills. "The ball's comin' at you, so don't yell at me if you get hit in the face!"
"H-hey! Not fair! I wasn't ready for that!"
"First rule of the game: pay attention. Now kick the ball back over here." The brunet was having none of the surly attitude the black-haired exorcist had given him almost all the time. If he wanted to learn, he'd have to act like it.
"Fine, asshole." A certain angry little exorcist-in-training wouldn't take what Daisya was dishing out, so he kicked the ball back, pulling up a small clump of grass with it. "Happy?"
"Actually, yeah. That wasn't half bad. Just try not to rip up the turf next time, alright?"
A/N: *a wild author appears, bringing a little Daisya fic* Yeah, I just remembered I started this drabble series a while ago, so I thought I'd post it here.