Mason finally arrived, almost falling into the doorway. He tripped in, regaining himself as he entered the corridor.
“Yeah,” he said, breathless. “Th-thanks.”
He panted like a dog, leaning over with his hands on his knees the second he regained his balance. Running, or sports rather, were certainly not his strong suit. Especially something like a 400 yard dash straightaway.
The corridor lead to an open room, filled with cozy-looking couches and different games.
From ping pong to foosball, from pool to darts, there was everything. Mason never really came in here often, due to having really no one to play any game with. Now that he did, the place was wonderful.
He looked up at Mavi as he calmed, breathing returning to normal.
“You put up a good fight,” he said sarcastically, acting like he was the one who won. He gave a slight smirk as he said so. “You pick the game, then.”
"Well I guess I could let you pick the game. As pity that is." In all honestly Mavi wasn't really good at any of the games in there. Sports had been her thing.
"Which ultimately made our race useless, and a possible assassination attempt." She raised her eye brows, an unspoken question about how out of breath Mason was.
(Sorry this one is so short.)
Mason teetered his head back and forth mockingly, giving a sarcastic smile with narrowed eyes.
“Oh hush,” he muttered jokingly. “And yeah, that defeats the entire purpose. But, alright.”
He stood upright, looking over his shoulder as he began walking down the hallway to make sure she had followed. He instantly slid up to the side of the pool table, taking one of the sticks and twirling it in his hand.
“Then I challenge you to a pool… match? I don’t know what they’re called, but I challenge you,” he said, laughing at his stumble. “Do you dare oppose me?”
He drew the stick like he would a sword, waiting for the girl to accept the challenge. Like it would be a challenge at all. He doubted he even remembered how to play the game.
(It’s alright, don’t worry about it :)
"Oh I dare alright." Mavi laughed as she picked up her stick. Not knowing how to actually hold it, she also held it like a sword.
She remembered her brother playing pool, but couldn't quite recall how to actually play the game.
"But be weary, for I am a master of the," she looked at the pool stick, "of the stick." The words awkwardly fell from Mavi's mouth, a laugh accompanying. "I actually have no idea what I'm doing."
She lowered the stick and gave Mason a hopeless look. "May I ask for your assistants?" She raised her eyebrows, another laugh escaping her.
“You’re going first?” he asked. “Alright then.”
He walked around to her side, awkwardly standing there.
“So I’d rather not show you how they do in rom-coms,” he said with a nervous laugh. “So here. Get low, rest the stick on your non-dominant hand. There you go. And then line up a shot— hit the white ball into the other ones.”
As he instructed, he crossed his legs, propping himself on his own pool stick. Most of his weight rested upon it as he spoke, him upholding somewhat of a cocky posture.
“Once you hit any in, then depending on the pattern, you’ll either have to continue hitting on stripes or solids,” he explained. He let out a sigh, pausing and waving his free hand.
“Sorry, I’m rambling,” he laughed. “Go ahead and set up your shot.”
He normally wasn’t this giddy. Or talkative. But he had a friend now, and he was comfortable. He liked her. She seemed a lot like him, mostly in the fake show-off way.
Mavi nodded her head, following his instructions. She lined up the pool stick. Of course she missed, and ended up hitting just the side of the ball. But Mavi was still proud of herself.
In all honestly she didn't mind Masons rambling. Getting to talk to someone was amazing. Especially since they weren't talking about school work. Mavi couldn't remember the last time she'd had a friend like this. It was, fun. She liked the idea of friendship.
"Well, beat that." She mentioned to the white ball that had barely moved. "If you can." The fake cockiness reminded her a lot of her brother.
It had always seemed he was faking it, especially after their parents disappeared.
“If I can, huh?” he asked, wagging his head tauntingly. “You certainly talk a big game, Mav. If I can… call you that?”
He took his pool stick, flipping it behind his back and drawing it around, lining it up and resting it between his fingers. Looper under his left pointer, he gave sort of a relaxed shot, just scattering the balls across the table. None sunk, but the shots were easier to line up now.
He gave another twirl to his pool stick, taking up the same stance he had before. He gave a smile, raising an eyebrow and gesturing a hand forward.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Whatever you sink now is the suit you keep. If you sink stripes, you’re stripes. And vice versa with solids.”
"Oh, yeah totally." Mavi nodded her head. She didn't mind nicknames. In fact she actually liked the idea.
She watched as Mason made the balls scatter, and smiled. "Alright then, my good sir, I'm about to wreck you." Her smile grew. Mavi knew she was absolutely awful at pool, so when she lined her stick up again and actually was able to knock a ball in- She was surprised to say the least.
Mavi pumped a fist in the air in victory. Even though she had only gotten one, and it was totally by some luck, it made her proud of herself. "What is that? A stripes?" Mavi shook her head at herself, "I have no idea what it means."
