Of course you're allowed to! It's not technically a school-sanctioned club, anyways. After all, Haru-chan is eighteen now, and he's still on the team.
[ well haru kind of IS the team and it would be unreal to say he's not allowed for a multitude of reasons, but still. if it applies to him why not everyone. ]
riku scratches his cheek, a bit lost, before he remembers himself, pouring the smoothie and giving it over to a customer. part of him is self-conscious, too. sora was scarred to hell, but most of them had healed and were faded, from what he could tell. riku's had healed, but wrong, with jagged scars all over his skin. that kind of thing was unsightly, wasn't it? ]
Nagisa, don't get on the counter. [ why is this so important to him? to riku, it's strange. anyone besides his close friends wanting him to do something is out of the blue. with some difficulty; ]
Look, I'll... talk to my Master about it, okay? If swimming gets in the way of training, I can't do it.
[ he's still leaning, but he slowly, slowly, begins to retract back onto his chair. you can almost hear the ominous creaking as he does, plopping down. if swimming gets in the way, you can't sounds familiar, and he frowns. but doesn't say a word about it. ]
[ riku frowns, as he starts to wipe the counter down. ]
I've got a job to do back home, so I need to learn how to do it right, or... [ ... a lot of bad things can happen. his voice trails off, before he shakes his head firmly and looks at nagisa again. ] Or else. So that comes first.
[ acting casual as he sips on his smoothie, shifting to sit cross-legged in his seat. he's still small enough to manage it without knocking himself over. ]
Just as long as you're not super serious about responsibility all the time. That's a quick way to go completely crazy! [ he would know, amazingly enough. ] So when you do let your hair down, it better be at the pool with us.
[ that's as close as riku's gotten to actually spilling the beans to anyone not from his world. he shifts in place, looking down at the counter as he continues cleaning. ]
Okay! I'm holding you to that! I'll hunt your teacher down if he says no!
[ even though it sounds like something way out of his league. his rpg mom may be training him to become a final fantasy protagonist but he's still level 1. :\ ]
Sora-chan isn't taking the same, umm... class, as you?
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It's not like that. I told you guys before that I'm over eighteen, swim club isn't really something I think I'm allowed to do.
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[ well haru kind of IS the team and it would be unreal to say he's not allowed for a multitude of reasons, but still. if it applies to him why not everyone. ]
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riku scratches his cheek, a bit lost, before he remembers himself, pouring the smoothie and giving it over to a customer. part of him is self-conscious, too. sora was scarred to hell, but most of them had healed and were faded, from what he could tell. riku's had healed, but wrong, with jagged scars all over his skin. that kind of thing was unsightly, wasn't it? ]
I'll--I'll think about it.
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[ he's sitting up on his chair and leaning across the counter... he's about to climb up onto it to get in his face don't test him ]
Pleaaaaase? Pretty please?! Please with sugar and chocolate and cherries on top???
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Nagisa, don't get on the counter. [ why is this so important to him? to riku, it's strange. anyone besides his close friends wanting him to do something is out of the blue. with some difficulty; ]
Look, I'll... talk to my Master about it, okay? If swimming gets in the way of training, I can't do it.
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[ he's still leaning, but he slowly, slowly, begins to retract back onto his chair. you can almost hear the ominous creaking as he does, plopping down. if swimming gets in the way, you can't sounds familiar, and he frowns. but doesn't say a word about it. ]
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[ riku frowns, as he starts to wipe the counter down. ]
I've got a job to do back home, so I need to learn how to do it right, or... [ ... a lot of bad things can happen. his voice trails off, before he shakes his head firmly and looks at nagisa again. ] Or else. So that comes first.
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[ acting casual as he sips on his smoothie, shifting to sit cross-legged in his seat. he's still small enough to manage it without knocking himself over. ]
Just as long as you're not super serious about responsibility all the time. That's a quick way to go completely crazy! [ he would know, amazingly enough. ] So when you do let your hair down, it better be at the pool with us.
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[ that's as close as riku's gotten to actually spilling the beans to anyone not from his world. he shifts in place, looking down at the counter as he continues cleaning. ]
Like I said... I'll ask, alright?
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[ even though it sounds like something way out of his league. his rpg mom may be training him to become a final fantasy protagonist but he's still level 1. :\ ]
Sora-chan isn't taking the same, umm... class, as you?