06-10-2020, 03:44 AM
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— he followed aspen with a competitive gleam in his gaze, eyes narrowing playfully. oh, he liked this already. guess he wasn’t the only competitive person around here. “alright, if that’s what you want,” he said slowly, feigning sounding unimpressed with a shrug of his shoulders. he turned his gaze towards the other raft. “don’t come crying to me when you lose, though. no one likes a sore loser.” freddie said that as if he wouldn’t throw an absolute fit if he lost.
still, he had to admit that the other man’s competitive nature was admirable. this guy talked a lot of big game for someone going against the likes of freddie. if the man knew how to play dirty when it came to white water rafting, he probably would have been pulling out all the stops to make sure the guy didn’t even have a chance at winning. with all things considered, though, this was probably the most fair competition anyone could possibly get with fred. nothing was fun when you had to try and win fair and square, right?
just from the look fred sent will as his brother came sauntering on over, it was as if he already knew the backhanded compliments that would soon follow. who would look ecstatic to see the smug bastard heading their way? “you’re too kind.” as will shook him gently by the shoulder, fred casually clapped his hand on his brother’s back just a bit to rough to be a harmless pat on the back. the slightest bit of playful roughhousing between the two brothers. “if anything, i think you’re getting too soft, now.” was the sarcasm heavy in his words or just strongly implied, paired with that shit-eating grin?
he started walking towards the raft, climbing on in with will. he looked back towards maisie, humming briefly. “yeah, sure. you can be in aspen’s group.” he gestured towards the other raft. then, once people got settled and got their oars and paddles, he hummed. “alright. everyone ready? and-” he started before giving any other command, giving his group an unfair head start to the little competition. “go!”
those guys didn't stand a chance.
— he followed aspen with a competitive gleam in his gaze, eyes narrowing playfully. oh, he liked this already. guess he wasn’t the only competitive person around here. “alright, if that’s what you want,” he said slowly, feigning sounding unimpressed with a shrug of his shoulders. he turned his gaze towards the other raft. “don’t come crying to me when you lose, though. no one likes a sore loser.” freddie said that as if he wouldn’t throw an absolute fit if he lost.
still, he had to admit that the other man’s competitive nature was admirable. this guy talked a lot of big game for someone going against the likes of freddie. if the man knew how to play dirty when it came to white water rafting, he probably would have been pulling out all the stops to make sure the guy didn’t even have a chance at winning. with all things considered, though, this was probably the most fair competition anyone could possibly get with fred. nothing was fun when you had to try and win fair and square, right?
just from the look fred sent will as his brother came sauntering on over, it was as if he already knew the backhanded compliments that would soon follow. who would look ecstatic to see the smug bastard heading their way? “you’re too kind.” as will shook him gently by the shoulder, fred casually clapped his hand on his brother’s back just a bit to rough to be a harmless pat on the back. the slightest bit of playful roughhousing between the two brothers. “if anything, i think you’re getting too soft, now.” was the sarcasm heavy in his words or just strongly implied, paired with that shit-eating grin?
he started walking towards the raft, climbing on in with will. he looked back towards maisie, humming briefly. “yeah, sure. you can be in aspen’s group.” he gestured towards the other raft. then, once people got settled and got their oars and paddles, he hummed. “alright. everyone ready? and-” he started before giving any other command, giving his group an unfair head start to the little competition. “go!”
those guys didn't stand a chance.
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