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Again, Marlo managed to catch the ball, (however, he slightly under estimated the landing point and stumbled back). Contimplating about going an a miniature rant how football was not soccer it was football, and football was just...something that took a name, he held back. Diffrent countries had different names. Here it was football and soccer. He really needed to get over that fact.
As he tossed the ball back, ( bit higher this time, Marlo was getting a little more confident), Marlo decided to break the silence. "You seem tense. Tenser then I am at least." He took a second to wrap his scarf around his neck, as to not turn his words into muffled gibberish.

"Zachary, I think that no one understands women." He gave the ball a chuck in the air. His aim was a little far to the left, but the arch was good. "Sometimes, I would hazard they don't understand themselves." Spinning the stick in his hands, Marlo glanced at Zachary with a slightly unamused look.

"And by 'have learned by now'? do you mean you're giving up?" AS Marlo chucked the ball, it was throw with a significant increase in force. "What is god's name is making you give up?"

Blasphemy.

(OH LAWD @A@ Sorry FKT!)

"And that has made you not even try to get back into the playing field? Zach, if she dumped you, big deal, you get back up and try again. Just, not with the same gi- Crystal?" The ball fell onto the grass. The look Marlo gave Zach was one of disbelief.

"Well...that explains a bit." Walking over, Marlo tried to pick up the ball with the stick, yet, Hillworth's mud had it in a firm grasp. Marlo glared angrily at the ball and kept try to pick it from the mud as he went on. "Avoid Crystal girls in general that make overt signals. Usually they just want a 'bad boy'. But this other chick. CALL HER IMMEDIATELY. In fact, why have you not called her? Golden rule, girl give you a number, wait a few days, then ring her up." There. Ball back in the net, and it even came with some mud! Mud and ball were tossed at Zach before Marlo had time to think, 'maybe I should have knocked the mud out of the net'.

As mud caked Zachary's face, Marlo winced. He should have knocked the mud out of the net. "Sorry about the mud, and this is Elzo we are talking about. It if has a v****a, walks on two legs, and is even remotely attractive, chances are he'd go after it, Crystal or not. That and I've actually met a few girl that were not insane there. For the post part, pure insanity, but a few give me hope for the human race."

Trying to grab the ball over his head, a flicker of mud hit him, making Marlo drop the stick in order to grab his scarf and use it like a overly long towel. After he finished cleaning his face, he wrapped it back around his neck, mud and all.

Marlo really hated the cold.

"Just go for it. Better to try an fail then not try and end up being called a c**k lover."

If the wicked witch of the west melted when water got on her, the Marlo was her nephew when it came to snow. A flake fell in front of him, Marlo glared at the tiny cluster of ice crystals while they descended to earth. "I agree. Inside." It did not take any prodding to get Marlo off of the field and bace into the gym. Where is was not snowing, (Oh how he loathed the snow).

"...Thanks for letting me try out lacrosse. And, about your problem. I will say it again. Call this other girl as soon as possible. Do it." Marlo sounded like he was going to threaten Zachary if he didn't. thankfully, Marlo wasn't one to go into physical violence. He just talked like he meant it.