Nick & Brendan
Nick entered the ring with some hesitation at first, but soon the boys and their good-natured fun had him more relaxed. He focused on the calls for where to put which appendage, observing how the other boys did it to get a better idea on how it was played.
The reflection of Sorin wasn't terrible at it. He had long limbs, though did not have quite the reach that Brendan did. Nick realized this when Brendan reached over him to get the yellow circle. He laughed. "It's not fair that you're basically all limbs, Brendan."
Then he had to reach for a red floor circle with his foot, and he spotted one just past Brendan. Concentrating, balancing precariously on the mat, he reached his foot over and under Brendan's legs, pointing his toe to reach the spot. Nick's muscles were not used to this kind of suspended exercise and they were already starting to burn with strain.
"Fuck," he hissed, biting his lower lip with a determined look. Nick found that if he angled his hips just a little higher, he could take some of the weight off his leg. It brought him in closer to Brendan, but it was easier to hold, and Nick looked at Brendan with a smile. "Sorry."