babermetrics | IC OVERFLOW AND MISC.

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IC OVERFLOW AND MISC.

For those little captcha occasions, or whatever other random IC stuff I want to do in a journal rather than elsewhere.

Edited 2015-07-29 03:36 (UTC)

(( The actual intro log is here! I am starting out these threads already in overflow because the intro's at 3000+ already and I don't want to add to that when Leon's not an introing character lol. Also I'm too lazy for more than one prompt here. But any threads going on here are Cerealia canon unless you desire otherwise. I mean if you want some unofficial revealing mankini action here I'm not gonna say no. Aw yeah. ))

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[After his run-in with Temari earlier and the accompanying revelations about how this whole sand castle deal works, there's only one thing on Leon's mind: throwing.

. . . Two things. He is still surrounded by people in revealing swimsuits, including the girls, and if ~~baseball~~ totally unrelated to baseball throwing of things were enough to entirely distract him from the ladies, his relationship with his coaches back home would have been very, very different.

So there's that; he's tucked himself away in a dead-end hallway corner of the castle, so he's not exactly surrounded by anyone here, but occasionally someone does happen by, and yeah, he looks. Just a look. Who wouldn't look?

(And speaking of being tucked away, he's been forced into this little nsfw number, and he has never more missed his jock strap. Three things, there are three things on his mind.)

But throwing. Despite himself, despite everything he doesn't want to admit, the throwing part is pretty distracting. It goes like this: he faces the blank wall that dead-ends the narrow hallway, about 60 feet in front of him. He reaches his right hand into the other wall to his right, closes his fingers, and comes out with a 3-inch perfect ball clenched just right in his fist.

And then he winds up and pitches like hell, hurling it at the far wall in a flawless arc, where it strikes with enough force to explode into a dusty blossom of sand.

Holy shit that is satisfying.

Every one is perfect. 92 miles an hour, 95, 97, 94, 101, every one of them hitting exactly where he wants it to, and he can do this as maaaany times as he wants without even having to run over and grab the ball after.

He has a lot of Unresolved Baseball Tension to work out, is what's happening right here. Occasionally he even pumps his fist up in the air, after a particularly satisfying throw, and shouts out, so it's not like he's being the most subtle person in the world if you happen to get anywhere near his little private ball hallway.

(His Ballway.)]

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