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[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

Time: August 15, 2000
Status: Open to spectators or joiners in
Setting: The manor lawn
Summary: Brian teaches the way of the rugger


Brian was excited-- for several reasons. The main one just now was that he got to share his passion with a friend-- the passion for tossing an odly shaped ball around, running after it, and knocking people right over. ...and making a human shield turtle and ramming the other team, only they didn't have nearly enough people for a scrum right now.

He'd dragged Adam out onto the front lawn, and waved madly at Shadow to join them-- he'd love to use Shadow as a tackling dummy. The big ones were always the hardest-- and the most satisfying.

"C'mon, Adam, c'mon! It'll be great! It's loads of fun. Oh, one thing, you can't throw the ball forward. Or touch it if you're in front of it."

The ways of rugby are arcane and violent.

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[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

"Bit high, isn't it?" Brian said. Adam hadn't locked tightly enough-- which was hard to learn, he admitted, he'd done it more times than he could think, and now he'd spread his legs a bit to move Adam's arms up to his thighs. And kept walking. "That sudden tight clench is important."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Being dragged along by Brian for a few steps, Adam let go and dropped to the grass, laughing. When he calmed down a little, he looked up, eyes shining. "All right, Brian. You're goin' down. This is a special Adam rugby tackle."

He jumped up, threw himself at Brian, and started tickling him mercilessly. He wasn't going to stop until Brian was on the ground.

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"Oh, NOT ON," Brian said, going down in a torrent of giggles. "Not on atall!" He wrestled with Adam, trying to pin his arms, or at least his wrists and STOP THE TICKLING. "You're not allowed to DO this," he said, ignoring the fact that he too was doing it. "That's playing it on the ground. Penalty!"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam stopped and flopped on top of Brian, laughing. "Don't care if I get a penalty. That's much more effective than just hittin' them in the knees."

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"What if they aren't ticklish," Brian said, shoving to dislodge Adam. "What then, HUH?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Everybody's ticklish," he said knowledgeably. "'Specially you."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

"Everyone is NOT. Pep's cousin's boyfriend's little sister isn't."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"Pep's cousin's boyfriend's little sister hasn't been tickled by me."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

"Some people aren't, that's science," Brian, who knew no such thing, said. "S'to do with g'netics and chrome!"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam gave Brian a very old look. "Accordin' to science, I don't exist, so I'm not gonna go believin' them 'bout ticklin'."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

Brian's brow furrowed. "Now that ain't fair at all. Science works for everyone ELSE-- cept all the angels and wizards and whatnot-- so I say there's people who aren't ticklish."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"There might be some people who aren't normally ticklish, but are only ticklish to me," he conceded. "But that's what makes it a special Adam tackle."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

...Brian's mature and logical response was to stick his tongue out again and try to shove Adam off as best he could.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Giggling, Adam rolled off him and lay wearily on the grass. "This rugby stuff is tirin'. I feel like I could sleep 'til tomorrow noon."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

"...you can't, though," Brian said. "I'm sure something'll turn up to do."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam sighed. "There's always somethin'..."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it'll be something nice. But you can't go to sleep," Brian told him.

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

That got a snort. "'s not usually somethin' nice. 's usually someone beatin' the tar outta someone else even when I tell 'em not to. But not in a good rugby kind of way."

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"...needs more rugby," Brian said. He sat up, leaning back to make things in his back go 'pop!' "still, I got a feeling today'll be good something instead of bad something."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"What needs more rugby? The Manor? If you wanna start games that's fine by me!" Adam rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his bed, grinning at the thought of Aziraphale playing rugby.

"But you've got good feelin's, Bri. I'll trust ya."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

"Everything. The manor, too."

Brian wasn't sure where Shadow'd gone to-- it'd been nice of him to put up with this, for certain. He'd try to do something nice for the guy soon.

For now...

"Hey, lookit that cloud. Doesn't it look like a pirate ship?"

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

Adam squinted. "Could be a pirate hat if you turn it upside down..."

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"I like it as a ship," Brian said. "Look, sails and the thingy, the lady on the front." He pointed to a squiggly taper of cloud. "And little cannons, those little puffs there."

[average-adam.livejournal.com]

"All right. How 'bout the one next to it. That one looks like a really too small pair of shorts."

[bullfightposter.livejournal.com]

Brian squirmed. "Yeah, it does. " He watched it for a while- the wind twisted it. "Now it's an upside-down bird..."