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beyondthegame · 1 year ago
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hiii mila! first time sending a prompt here (hehe); "always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd" for n, please? thank youuu 💕 And hope you're doing well, sending u virtual hugs from afar! 🫶
It's funny, really. You and N Tallon being injured at the same time. You know how they're feeling, and they know how you're feeling. You're both itching to kick a football again, so much so that you've decided to get tickets to one of the local football games. The crowd is large enough to hide the two of you. You can blend in without the media getting a whiff that you're there.
"I hear you're injured," you say as you lean forward. N's sitting a row in front of you, your eyes connected when they sat down and they sent a usual grimace in your direction.
N takes a long moment to respond. At this point, they could blame it on the fact that the crowd is so loud and they didn't catch what you said. But you know that would be a lie, you saw N react to your words. The raised brow, a heavy sigh, and the sideways glance towards you.
"I'll be fine by next week," N responds. "You however..."
You chortle. "So you do keep tabs on me."
The accusation has N fully twisting in their seat. They completely disregard the fact that the two teams are walking out onto the pitch. "I do not keep tabs on you," N says sharply.
"You could've fooled me," you counter.
N's jaw clenches. "Seriously, what are you doing?" they ask with slight venom in their tone. It isn't anger, it's not that strong, but still very stern.
You pause. "If I wanted to stroke your ego I'd say that I'm vying for your attention," you counter.
"But, let me guess, that's something you'd never do, right?" N asks with a scoff.
"Honestly, Tallon, have you met yourself?" you ask with furrowed brows of your own, "because during this football match I could tell you exactly what it's like being in your company and I don't have good reviews."
They laugh. It surprises you that such a pleasant sound can come from someone you have such a rivalry with.
"It definitely seems like you want my attention," N utters, their dark grey eyes shimmering under the fluorescent lights. "I'll remind you that you're not here to see me, you're here to watch a football match."
That's the problem with you and N. You're both stubborn, you both have to have the last word at any chance you get.
"Last time I checked, when you're talking to someone it takes two people to have the conversation," you say. "Plus, this is my regular seat here and I have a feeling you know that."
N does know that. Of course they do. It's as though there's a section in their mind that's dedicated to you. They hate it. That stored away there's every memory they had with you, every argument, every feeling they felt when in your presence.
And, now, this one will be added to the list.
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