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 Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:01 pm
Sethos follows along. He isn't about to admit it, but he's starting to feel a bit tired from his long day.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:02 pm
Suddeny a thought comes to Merc's mind. He turns to look at Seth and his thought is confirmed. Seth looks tired. Merc had forgotten that most humans don't have the same amount of energy as he has. "I'm sorry for ignoring this Seth, you look really tired." he says, walking back toward the tennis player.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:04 pm
"Eh? I'm a little tired but it's no big deal."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:06 pm
"No, you must be really tired. I mean, you were practicing before I fell on you, and that must have taken alot out of you. By now, you have to be exhausted." he doesn't want to say it, because he'd rather spend more time with the tennis player but, "Maybe you should go back to your hotel or whatever, and we could meet up another time."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:08 pm
Once the cat boy brings is up, the idea of having real shower, putting on some clean clothes and crawling into bed did sound pretty good. He puts down his tennis bag and roots through it a little, finding a piece of paper and writing on it. He stands back up and hands it to merc, "That's my cell number, ok?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:11 pm
Merc nods, not quite sure as to how he's even going to be able to find a phone, or pay for it, but he puts it in his pocket with the card for his job. He looks at Seth longingly, not wanting the day to end, but accepting that fact that it must.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:12 pm
Sethos suddenly feels rather awkward, but he really shouldn't be abusing his body with a week before the tournament, "Well, I'll talk to you some other time then. See ya."
He turns and starts walkign towards his inn.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:14 pm
Merc stands in the street, watching after Sethos as he leaves. He's not sure what to do now, where to go, or anything. It doesn't matter though, a catperson always seems to find ways to make it through.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:16 pm
Sethos goes back to his inn, has that nice long shower he's been craving ever since practice, gets changed into nightclothes and goes to bed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:17 pm
Merc wanders around the streets for a while, then finds a nice sized tree. He climbs up into it and curls up. He lies awake for a while, and when sleep finally catches him, he's thinking of warm tennis player arms and a rich laugh.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:19 pm
Sethos wakes up bright and early for his morning run, putting on some red sweat pants and a black sleeveless shirt for the event.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:20 pm
Merc blinks as the first rays of sun hit his skin. He stretches lightly and drops down from the tree. He begins to walk in the direction of the shop he'd been invited to work at, wondering what sethos could be doing at that very moment.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:32 pm
After his run he heads back to the inn and grabs some breakfast. After that, he fetchs his tennis bag (double checking that his cellphone was in there) and heads out to the courts to practice somemore. A good draw wasn't an excuse to slack off, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:35 pm
Merc does his shop stuff and goes over to the court where seth was practicing yesterday. His heart skips a beat when he sees that Seth is already there, practicing. He sits on a bench to watch.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 2:38 pm
Sethos is playing a practice match with the 15th seed, who happens to be a player from the same country. He is feeling rather ecstatic since he's actually holding his own. Of course, it's a practice match so niether one is going to do anything silly, but still.
And of course, just when he is feeling so good, his opponent executes a beautiful drop shot. Sethos runs and dives to the groudn to hit the ball over... which to his own amazement he actually did get it over the net, and of course the other player is no where near it. Now they're tied two sets all. Sethos stands and tries to brush the orange powder off of himself. Damn clay courts.
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