Catchall for bingo. (Open? Semi open?)

[browbeater]

WHO: Mako, and you?
WHERE: All over Recolle.
WHEN: July Catchall, plus overflow.
WHAT: Bingo! Cr! Things!
WARNINGS: None for now.


A.

[Hey, so there's this dude. You might recognize him as Ideal Cop for Cop Drama. (or as the guy with the shirtless selfie, who knows) Or you might not. Anyway, he's planning a comedy show in the park. You should come. At least, he's got the fliers with the time and date.

Without much prompting, he offers one to you.]

If you've got some free time later this week.

B.

[Well, now he's at the beach, looking so unperturbed by the heat. Maybe he's mildly hot, who knows. He's got a poker face of steel behind those glasses. But he is glancing at his phone.

And an enterprising person might recognize a certain bingo card.

Looks like he's got a lot he needs to fill in. Do you want to help?]

Comments

[flexer]

I guess.

[ In the past before all his dreams shattered, but he's not going to be dramatic about it. He's never too dramatic. ]

I used to play baseball, so you could say that it's made me a competitive person. Team captain so I was basically the coach when the coach wasn't there. [ Plus... hmm... ] I'm thinking of coaching in the future.

[ Anyway. ]

What do you do?

[browbeater]

[a nod. Yeah, he can understand that. It's been a few years since he's played sports seriously, too.]

That was me and soccer.

[he unceremoniously dumps a bunch of sand onto the base. He's starting to add the next layer. And sand is already everywhere.]

Anyway, I'm a cop now.

[flexer]

What position did you play?

[ Curious now; it helps to have something to discuss while doing something so mundane. Normally when he puts too much concentration into something he gets lost and quiet, but this was relatively easy. ]

A cop? Hm. [ That reminds him of someone he used to know, but he swallows that memory down fast. ] I'm assuming this is your day off or something?

[browbeater]

Forward. It was a couple of years ago, now. Had to basically drop it after high school.

[it does help that they aren't in the sculpting phase yet-- they've just got to build this stupid base, and that... was going to take a long time.

But, realistically... they're making a lot of progress, as long as they don't make the base too wide. So, it was something.]

And yep. Don't get too many shifts guarding the beach.

[a shrug.]

What about you... you want to be a coach. Are you working with any of the intramural leagues right now?

[flexer]

[ Not too wide is Sousuke's plan, but he knows it can't be too thin or else they risk all that height come tumbling down. But he's patting and smoothing out sand, giving them a nice base to work with. ]

Me too. [ In terms of having to drop it after school was over. Though he doesn't go into specifics, the reason being why he had to stop playing is still a heavy issue. ]

I said I was thinking about it, I haven't really made a final decision. My dad owns a restaurant and I help out there, so... [ He doesn't shrug, the last word having dragging into a drawl as his hands busy themselves. ] I might take it over.