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Gen Texts !

texting meme

You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[ Everyone should feel sorry for him!

Volleyball? He knows the sport, has played it during his physical education classes but he's never seen it played competitively. Neither Shuutoku nor Teikou were known for their volleyball programs after all, so he has little experience to draw on. ]

What position do you play?

[ He asks as he discreetly looks over at the claw, hoping he'll get his prize this time around. ]

[Hopefully he has other friends who are nicer to him...

The question makes Bokuto beam at the other boy, chest puffing out with pride.]

Wing spiker! And I'm captain and ace of our team! I'm really good!

[Bokuto please. Still, to help him concentrate, it was better not to talk about volleyball just this instance, just this once.

The claw closed on the penguin, bringing it up shakily towards the chute. So close, so close, so close!]

What about you? What position? Shooting guard?

[He'd briefly tried a bunch of other sports just to see which one he liked the best, before volleyball had stolen his heart.]

[ His brows furrow. Wing spiker? He vaguely remembers the positions, but... wasn't that one of the positions they placed him in? In the back to receive the ball. He had to run forward too and receive the setters ball. Midorima hadn't liked it as much. Too many people, too much teamwork. He couldn't do anything without the others assistance and he had to constantly keep changing positions through the rotations. Shooting a basketball was easier, he had full control and had to rely on no one. Just him and the ball. ]

Captain? [ He was the ace of the team but the captains were always his senpai's... He looks at him. ] What year are you?

[ Midorima is polite to his senpai's even if his actions piss them off and have them threatening to throw a pineapple at him, he's never forgotten his manners. But this person reminded him so much of his freshman partner that he didn't think he was...

He blinks. Position? Oh. Right. He pushes up his glasses, needing a moment to compose his thoughts. ]

That is correct. I'm the shooting guard and my shots never miss.

[ Never. His three-pointers put down any possibility of a comeback most of the time. And it's because of his accuracy that he was recruited and allowed three selfish requests everyday. ]

Yeah! I'm the captain!

[He couldn't be offended by such a disbelieving reaction, mostly because most people tended to be surprised that he was responsible enough to even get to volleyball practices on time, much less be the captain. The other question was met with a small shrug as Bokuto watched the crane move the penguin closer and closer, eyes narrowed as if he could will the claw to stop wriggling ominously.]

I'm a third year! What about you?

[Bokuto only nodded when the other boy confirmed his suspicions. If this guy was on his team, he could tell he'd be a handful. He seemed like the type where it would be difficult to help him meld with the team.

Still, that ability was pretty impressive, and Bokuto grinned.]

Yeah? After this do you want to play the basketball game?

[Bokuto no.]

[ A third year?! He didn't sound like a third year! Suddenly, Midorima fidgets slightly, remembering how he'd rounded on him the moment they met. He was free with his words when it came to his peers but his senpai's.... ]

First year.

[ A small formal bow. ]

I apologize for my earlier conduct.

[ Short and simple. He hopes it'll be enough because Midorima didn't have a good record with his older classmen in general. ]

......

[ However, that question wasn't the answer he was expecting. A slow blink as he processes the request, then a slow predatory grin tugs on his lips. ]

Don't expect me to go easy on you.

[The bow startled Bokuto slightly, and he laughed grandly, slapping Midorima on the back, giving him a friendly grin.]

Don't worry about it! All my underclassman are way worse! But if you feel badly about it, you can call me 'Bokuto-san'.

[Bokuto please. He was so caught up in being a generous and gracious senpai that he almost forgot about the penguin plushie, which dropped almost without a sound into the chute. Happily, he reached in and handed it over to the boy, his own grin sharpening.]

Hey, hey, who would want you to? Let's go!

[ He frowns at the overly friendly gesture but it's quickly put aside when the penguin drops into the bin and he's handed Cancer's lucky item - finally! ]

Thank you, Bokuto-san.

[ Formal, again. But it's obvious he's relieved and a little happy that he's got his hands on the oversized plushie that looks absolutely ridiculous under his arm. With is lucky item in-arm, Midorima turns towards the game deeper in the arcade. ]

It's this way.

[ He knows, he gets full points every time. ]

You're welcome! Anything to help out an underclassman!

[He slapped him on the back one more time for good measure ( was it starting to become apparent now why all of his underclassmen might be so rude to him? ) before grabbing the bag full of coins to follow after him.]

What's with the penguin anyway? Are they your favorite bird?

[ There's a puffed, irritated look at the slap on the back, but Midorima doesn't say anything. His senpai's on the basketball team tended to do the same to his eternal irritation. So, he takes it in silence - for now. (Bokuto is annoying, he gets that clear as day.) ]

Cancer's lucky item is a penguin today. The bigger, the better.

[ Hence why he wasn't satisfied with the ones at the store that only came up to foot at best where this one was two and a half feet. ]

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Oh! Should we get more?

[He paused to glance behind him back at the machine, torn. The claw machine had been fun, but basketball could be fun too... Why were decisions so difficult to make.]

No. Mr. Waddles should be enough.

[ And with that he wraps a hand over the big white belly of the bird and heads on over to the basketball hoop machine, all the while drawing rapt attention from the kids who stopped in their play to stare at the tall green-haired guy with the penguin. He made quite a sight, not that Midorima paid attention to them. When they reach the electronic hoops, Midorima points to the coin slot, expecting him to feed the machine. ]

Mr. Waddles? Shouldn't he be named after me?

[Still, Bokuto didn't seem to be too upset either way, following after him towards the hoops game. If he noticed the kids who were watching them, he didn't mention it, instead eagerly feeding the machine some coins, both for him and the other guy.]

Loser has to buy snacks! I'm starving!

[Bokuto do you really think you're going to win...]

[ He gives him a long once over at that question as if he's actually considering it before bluntly saying - ]

No.

[ And heads out. While, he's inputting the coins, Midorima finds a safe spot for his penguin. Once secured, the shooting guard looks up at the baskets and once the challenge is laid out, three fingers come up to push up his glasses, hiding a knowing smirk. ]

You're on.

[ Words punctuated by the very precise manner in which he begins unwrapping his fingers, one by one, revealing the skin beneath, callous and hard. ]

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[Bokuto gasped at the bluntness, recoiling as if he'd been struck.]

What? I could be a lucky charm too! It'd make the penguin doubly lucky!

[As the other boy started unwrapping the bandages around his fingers, Bokuto let out a slight whistle. He would know the signs of hard work and dedication, no matter what the sport. It only made his blood pump even more, even if this was only a silly arcade game he would take it seriously. He licked his lips briefly, getting himself situated and ready as the timer started counting down before the flood of basketballs would be released.

Three... Two... One...

As soon as the balls came tumbling, Bokuto started shooting like crazy. It'd been a while since he'd played this, and he was definitely going to miss as many as he got in.]

[ Once the timer goes off, he doesn't hurry but takes his time. He picks up the first ball, the round edge fitting perfectly in his large hand. He notes the weight of it, steps back, crouches and with his eyes on the basket, raises the ball above his head and shoots it in a high arc. Before it comes down, Midorima is picking up a second, stepping back as the first ball falls perfectly through the hoop. The next ball is shot soon after, his pace unhurried but precise and quick. That was the secret to his success. He didn't have to wait for the ball to strike home before he was shooting another because he already knew - his shots never missed. And it proved the same here. None disturbed the net, the high arc the secret to his technique giving him time to defend had this been a real game, or per the rules of this game, make another shot with perfect grace and deadly precision. ]

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[In complete contrast to Midorima's elegant and precise shooting, Bokuto was all hollering 'hey, hey, heys', explosive energy, and of course, flinging the ball so hard it nearly knocked back into his face. It really wasn't a surprise who would win this little contest, but regardless, as soon as the sizable differences in their scores were tallied, Bokuto fell to his knees, groaning loudly in anguish.]

Best two out of three?!

[Bokuto the results would be the same regardless.]

[ Which is exactly what Midorima tells him. ]

Even if I accept, the results won't change. You have no technique. You pose no challenge to me.

[Utterly defeated, Bokuto fell to all fours, hands slapping against the floor of the arcade. He hadn't been this utterly trashed since he had first started playing volleyball and couldn't keep track of all the rules and formations. He pounded a fist against the pavement, wailing and cursing his fate for a good few minutes ( undoubtedly drawing stares of his own ) before he sat up, face still crumpled from grief.]

Do you accept an IOU...?

[He had said he'd forgotten his money already, hadn't he?!

He dug into his pockets, pulling out the drinks he had all but forgotten.]

Or maybe these?

[He looked so pitiful that hopefully Midorima would just take them so Bokuto didn't make a scene again.]

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Gen Texts !

He's livelier than this stick in the mud. At least he knows how to smile!

it is okay, he can teach Midorima, there is hope!

Teach him, senpai!

omg is bokuto older... this could be very terrible

1/2 | He is... why?? o_o

2/2

because it means midorima is probably going to get roped into babysitting duty. sorry in advance

..... Babysitting who???

bokuto

...... No. You can't have someone who has his own babysitter, babysit someone else. He'll lose him!

clearly this should happen because it would be hilarious.

Bokuto. Welcome to your worst babysitting session.

Or would it be the best?

You are very evil... I see that now. :|

wow that is so rude but also very true.

Midorima will make you obedient. It's what he does.

It sounds like they would be fun lol. Bokuto can be obedient and disobedient in turns

It does! Midorima does not take disobedience well.

Oh dear... Well I look forward to whatever happens...