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Inoue Masaya (play_ball) wrote in disappear_rpg,

Masaya nodded. "Ah, Nawanaka-san and Mikio-san." It's better than no one. "Nah, I don't know him, or at least not the name. He in your grade?"

"Oh, really? That explains it, then," Masaya said, cooling slightly since she'd responded so calmly to him. Ito Keiichi: nice enough guy, yeah, but way too patient with everybody around him. Had no fire. Masaya'd always seen him as little more than a bland, if friendly, face - one that wasn't too exciting or worth remarking over unless he did something particularly stupid. Still, he had no beef with the guy, so he gave a vague response that could apply to just about anyone: "He's alright. I don't know him well at all, but we've never had any problems, at least."

He brightened as the conversation turned back to baseball - something that didn't involve messy personal lives or his lack of social graces. "It's great! I love baseball, so I don't care what we do so long as I'm around it. Today we'll probably just do batting and catching drills and run, but when it rains hard sometimes we have to do field maintenance. That's lame, but it's a part of the sport. What sports do you like, Aoi-san?"

Their conversation was cut short by their arrival at the school. "Sorry, I gotta go. See you around? And text me about the beach!"

With that, he let himself into the side door of the gym, running for the locker room and hoping he wasn't too late.