"Well at least you didn't try to use him as a basketball, that's progress Shin-chan"
Takao right now is one, ignoring anything that is not basketball or acting like his usual self. Sure Iris is bound to get to him eventually and apparently so are pheromones from giants. And beds can be considered another day, he does not need to or want to think about those things. It's enough already.
"Just because they don't have what you like doesn't mean they are crap." However, he is laughing his ass off at his friend's predictability. This guy does not change and for the point guard that is a relief. It's strange how easy a routine can come back, then again, Takao has had no break from it so carrying Midorima's bag and walking to a basketball court feels natural.
He props his hands behind his head as they walk, having slung the bag strap across his body to carry it at his hip. Poor Midorima, without his red bean soup. He'll need chefs, Takao may be convinced at some time to be nice enough to make it for him. As if he won't join the people who make sure this guy eats something. It's not like he can cook that Takao knows, it's amusing.
That court looks like a slice of heaven and he stretches up to the sky, arms coming back down as he gives Midorima that glint from the side of his eye. He is more than ready for this. He is not saying it out loud but he has the feeling of something to prove. Another team or not, he gets it, he couldn't give up basketball either. But, he has a reputation to upkeep here and he is not about to start slacking now.
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Takao right now is one, ignoring anything that is not basketball or acting like his usual self. Sure Iris is bound to get to him eventually and apparently so are pheromones from giants. And beds can be considered another day, he does not need to or want to think about those things. It's enough already.
"Just because they don't have what you like doesn't mean they are crap." However, he is laughing his ass off at his friend's predictability. This guy does not change and for the point guard that is a relief. It's strange how easy a routine can come back, then again, Takao has had no break from it so carrying Midorima's bag and walking to a basketball court feels natural.
He props his hands behind his head as they walk, having slung the bag strap across his body to carry it at his hip. Poor Midorima, without his red bean soup. He'll need chefs, Takao may be convinced at some time to be nice enough to make it for him. As if he won't join the people who make sure this guy eats something. It's not like he can cook that Takao knows, it's amusing.
That court looks like a slice of heaven and he stretches up to the sky, arms coming back down as he gives Midorima that glint from the side of his eye. He is more than ready for this. He is not saying it out loud but he has the feeling of something to prove. Another team or not, he gets it, he couldn't give up basketball either. But, he has a reputation to upkeep here and he is not about to start slacking now.