Post by Antonio Carriedo on May 10, 2011 16:27:39 GMT -5
--- He wasn't a star athlete, mostly only a fan that grew from little boy to teenager with the interest under foot and knew enough of the movements to keep the ball going without watching it. The breeze was out, making a combination with the sun that was bearable weather for athletics to be taken outdoors. His school coat and buttoned top had been shed in a messy pile before, leaving him bare footed and chested as he wandered around without care.
The field was empty, the teams gone for the more active sporting tournament season and Antonio felt no threat making lopsided rectangles around the edge of the field. The Carriedo heir knew had a test to study up for, something about balancing a budget for tax season to avoiding jacking costs, but in his defense his books had made it out with him too also included in his pile off at the side.
The ball rolled lazily away from him as his feet slipped up past it and sighing softly through his nose, he turned on a heel and jogged back to retrieve it. As much as he loved soccer and had a collection of jerseys from every name worth keeping, he never had the focus to keep it up a whole game. Starting back into his loop, he just walked as he escorted it along, hands on his hips as he took a moment to breathe again.
Ooc: Sorry that took a bit - but whew, no more threads for me right now. xD
