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Bored out of his mind, Marlo Xanis was. In fact, he was quite sure if he continued down this path of boredom, his brain cells would no longer function. After all, tetris only kept your interest for so long before you got upset and threw it at a wall. Which almost did. He had his hand raise and ready for optimal throwing rage, when he was jostled back to reality by a knock on the door.

Who the the hell knocked at Hillworth?

Grumbling, he set aside the gaming device, (thus, saving it from becoming one with the walls of the Hillworth dormitory for all of eternity), and grudgingly opened the door. Marlo half expected it to the the matron, telling him to report for more detention, the other half expected it was Elzo telling him to look out for detention. So, when Marlo opened the door to see a face he'd not seen in a while, he was slightly shocked.

"..Zachary, Right?" He opened the door fully as if to invite him in. However, Marlo made himself comfortable leaning on the edges of the door frame. "What brings you around here? Aren't you on a different floor?"

Raising an eyebrow, Marlo just watched Zachary's movements, it was clear he was also bored, and wanted something to do. Holidays. They tended to make the other days seem droll and generally boring to the highest levels. "I know the feeling. I've basically been cooped up here for the past few days. So trust me." Gingerly, he grabbed one of the two sticks, testing it's weight in his hand. "I'm really up for anything at this point. But, lacrosse sounds alot better then some book reading club."

Moving into his room, he left the stick leaning on wall as he rummaged in the closet for a jacket. What he pulled out could only be described as the world's most overly fluffy winter coat to exist for a teenager. It was ungodly bulky, and lined with faux fur of all things. It was reminiscent of what a mom might have bought her son.
If that son was 5 and might freeze to death at a moment's notice.

Pulling it out, Marlo looked at Zachary's lack of 'hardcore' winter clothing. Then, Marlo put his overly bundled jacket back into the closet, opting for a much thinner, nicer, and moderately more sane Hillworth regulation over coat.

"So, uh...where are we going?" For all Marlo knew, you played lacrosse in a baseball field, and it may or may not involve 'pig skins'.

"Oh" and "I see." Was muttered by the younger Xanis brother as Zachary explained. At one point, he almost ran into a wall, he was so focused on watching the ball. At the mention of it being like 'quidditch' he sighed. That wasn't what he thought but, Elzo's words still rang a bell even now.
Smiling, Marlo did go outside first, before skittering quickly back inside. "..." He glared angry at the outside world, as if it had suddenly risen up and slapped him. "..It's cold." He muttered to himself. Looking at Zachary he said it again, almost as if accusing the other boy for the lack of outdoor warmth. "It is cold." He took breath and huffed, twirling the stick in his hands. "Can we not play this indoors?"

Marlo, secretly a wuss when it came to cold.

At the look from Zachary, Marlo glared. It was cold. How did he not get that? It was below warm, it wasn't even semi-warm. It was cold. Weighing his options, and how Zach suggested the gym made some things clear to Marlo.
One, this game was probably one commonly played outdoors.
Two, it was probably a game that you played in a field, as windows were very breakable, (you'd think in a school of rabble they'd invest in more sturdier things, like plexiglass).
Three, Gym was Killingworth territory.

He could do with out anything Killingworth related. He got enough of the gym teacher's dickery during the detentions, let alone gym. "Outside is fine." Pulling a scarf from his pocket, (Oh god it was wool and how had he fit it into his pocket was a mystery), Marlo wound it around his neck and snuggled into it. "We will play outside...even if it is cold." He motioned for Zachary to lead the way, fishing out a pair of mittens as well.

How Marlo fit all of the mittens and scarf into his pockets was a mystery. Why he had them already in his pockets...well, some mysteries never get solved.

"Don't worry I'm-" Marlo's breath sucked in as the full force of the chill hit him. "...Fine." a tiny cloud of mist formed in front of his face. It honestly was cold, and yet Marlo thought it was freezing. He just had a low tolerance is all. Making sure he was thoroughly bundled up, (and boy was he ever), Marlo held his lacrosse stick ready in the air.

Upside down.

It was clear now more then ever:
Marlo had no real experience in sports aside from Track.

"Oh. I was wondering about that." It was hard to tell if Marlo was blushing or not. His face was red from earlier cold embarrassment after all. "....I have never played anything aside from football and track. I...don't get out much." he shrugged, burring his face in the wolly scarf. Marlo really didn't get out much. Sure, he played some sports, but, he was more one to stay indoors like a recluse.

A recluse that didn't even know a lacrosse channel existed. "Just...explain the basics, or as we go. Sorry, but really, I haven't even watched a game." Marlo held out his stick and net as if to say, 'hand me the ball, and I will will do something with it'.

Reaching out with the net, Marlo, (somehow) managed to catch the ball. From how he struggled with keeping it from dropping, it was obviously a lucky catch. "Soccer? You mean football?" He'd played football, he know how that worked, (he also was adamant it was football, not soccer).
"I've played football, but, if it's anything like.." He made an attempt at chucking the ball in the air and catching it. He managed it. "I could play."

He tossed the ball back at Zachary. It wasn't a bad toss, if a bit low.