Jono silently appreciated the fact that JP did not seem to be unnerved by the telepathy (or if he was, he made no show of it), especially since the two had really never spoken face to face before. "They just couldn't keep up," Jono said, referring to Argentina. "Yeah, Germany's pretty much got it in the bag I'd say. Spain was winnin' against Paraguay last I checked, but they were definitely struggling it looked like," he continued, his dark eyes following the ball when JP tossed it up in the air and caught it again.
"Not officially or anythin'. Just at school or with my mates," he replied. Fortunately for both of them he had in fact had quite the normal childhood, a notion which he surely did not find as interesting as JP did but at least it wasn't a sore subject. When Jean-Paul suddenly kicked the ball over toward him Jono made no move to catch it, his hands still remained tucked casually into the pockets of his black jeans. Instead he let the ball hit the ground in front of him and bounce once before he finally kicked it back over. Combat boots weren't really meant for football after all. "Did you? Play on a team that is?" he ventured to ask.