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bound_john (bound_john) wrote in bound_rp,

"Like a princess?" John grumbled, slapping his friend on the back. "Pretty sure I'm not that pretty. Hey man, what's going on?"

Okay, so, maybe he was a little late. It wasn't his fault as such, more the fault of time. Moving too fast for his schedule, and all. And okay, maybe he could have not had that extra slice of pie at the Coffee Shoppe, but there was no use in crying over spilled short crust.

His eyes latched on to the old ball in Elliot's hand immediately. Privately, he was amazed that it was still pick-up worthy, after all of these years. It was good to see it, though. Standing in Memorial Park, tossing a ball with a buddy, it would be just like old times.

"Ashford, what's the deal man?" he asked, beckoning for the ball, and signaling for him to go long. "You don't write, you barely call, I never see you here any more."