@Vuclan-is-tired
Alfred whines. "Dude! That was a totally accident and you know it!" He pouts.
Alfred whines. "Dude! That was a totally accident and you know it!" He pouts.
"Yeah, porky, Iiii knoooow." He said, chuckling. "Aw, how cute." He cooed jokingly, poking the other's cheek. "Ya pouting!"
"Hey! C'mon dude! That's not funny." He continues to pout despite it though.
"Wittle Alfie's upset?" He said, laughing again. "Jeez, just kiddin' porkchop, you can chill."
Alfred blows a raspberry at him before cracking a smile. "Okay, okay… Fine."
He smiled. "Sooo… baseball?"
"Baseball." He says cheerfully. He hums happily as he walks beside the other.
"Race ya to the park!" He said, running off
Alfred laughs. "You're on!" He chases after the other, grinning dorkily.
He looked behind him, smirking. "Oh, is that a big distracting thing?"
Alfred hisses through his teeth, quickly catching up to the other. Despite what people said about him being chubby, the boy could run.
He looked over at him. "Heya cutie." He said, winking
Alfred turns red, before shaking his head. "Where?"
He smirked. "Where else could there be one?" Was all he said before running faster to pass him
Alfred groans and rushes forward, making sure to keep pace with him. They come to the park.
He slid to a stop by the empty baseball field used by the local little league team. The season was technically over, leaving the field open for public use.
Alfred chuckles, sliding next to him. "That was fun! Now! Let's play ball!" He says cheerfully.
He nodded, heading down to home plate. "Gimme your best shot."
Alfred nods and reels back, his eyes narrowing before he throws the ball.
He swung, listening to the familiar crack
Alfred whistles. "Home run… if it weren't a foul." he snickers.
"Oh, fuck off!" He said, glaring teasingly
Alfred gasps in offense, "Swear jar young man!" He bursts out laughing.
He laughed. "Don't make me swear rant!" He said, faking anger
Alfred giggles before shedding his jacket and running to grab the ball.
He stood patiently, humming
Alfred runs back with the ball and smiles, "Batter up?!"
"Batter fucking up!" He called back, getting in position.
Alfred roars with laughter before pitching the ball.
He swung again, grinning
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