Simon McLaggen (simonspeaks) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-12-14 20:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: simon mclaggen |
Who: Simon McLaggen and Apollo Savage
What: Running into each other at the pitch
When: Friday, December 15, mid-day
Where: Falmouth Falcons pitch
Rating: PG-13-R (most likely)
Even thought the box had arrived over twenty-four hours ago, Simon was still embarrassed. Embarrassed that there was someone out there who knew one of his biggest secrets, and that they were using it to make fun of him. Embarrassed because half of it was new information and most of the "toys" in the box were things he had never seen before. Embarrassed that whenever he thought about the box a funny flip happened in his stomach and he didn't know what that meant. However as embarrassed as he was, Simon still tried to push the feeling down and make it through the day. He still could feel his cheeks flush whenever thoughts of that box crept up on him, though.
Simon was at the pitch around mid-day tending to some tasks that needed to get done and anticipating the rush of invoices that would happen once the season got into full-swing again. After several months at the job, Simon felt like he was starting to get good at what he was doing. It was hard working with his brother's ex-wife, but he still felt fairly close to Cho, and enjoyed working for her as her assistant. It was also fun to spend time watching the Falcons practice. The guys left on the team, once a good portion of them left for Tinworth, were some of the most attractive people in the league, and Simon was happy to spend his days watching their thighs grip the shaft of the broom, and their intensity in the sky. Another blush crept up the back of his neck as thoughts of the box's contents made their way into his mind unwittingly.
Simon, frustrated and vaguely mortified that someone might have seen him fantasizing, stood and decided to make his way down to the shed that housed the practice brooms. A new order would need to go out sometime soon, but Simon wanted to double check how many practice brooms would be sent out to a second-hand broom shop by the end of the year.
His keys jangled as he attempted to quietly unlock the shed, so as not to need to announce himself to the players. Some days he was eager to say hello, but some days he really just wanted to fade into the background and go unnoticed.