i'm winnin so they had to dump that gatorade
SPORTS CALL ME OUT, 2016
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DIRECTIONS
1. put the name of the muse you want in the header
2. leave prompt:
a sea of quotes | genre prompts | or whatever else you can think of
3. ??
4. profit
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Sawamura hasn't made it easy just by virtue of being himself, but Satoru's not giving up. Almost in spite of him, he's started to appreciate the place Sawamura occupies, but never more so than when things started turning toward competition. Choreography has never been Satoru's strong point. He makes pieces his own, sure, and he's always had a say in the music, but the base routine composition has always come from someone else. Knowing then that Sawamura's looking after that this time is a little comforting, but in a way it also chafes. He doesn't want to end up skating second to something Sawamura creates to make himself look good.
(It'd be a more significant source of frustration if Satoru didn't already pretty much trust Sawamura not to do that. Only pretty much, but it's more trust than a lot of other people have earned.)
It's with that in mind that Satoru comes over and stops when Sawamura calls out of him, moving to sit next to him so the cord from the iPod will reach. He doesn't say anything as he puts the earbud in--it's early, words are hard--but once the music starts his focus lifts away from his skates and out onto the ice. He can almost see what kind of performance would come from something like this, where the jumps and lifts would be. If Sawamura's watching, he'll even see Satoru's eyes and toes moving, following invisible skaters as he imagines how it might go. ]
I... like it. But here.
[ And with that he fishes an iPod out of his own pocket and, after a moment of scrolling, offers an earbud for his own potential option. He's often taken inspiration from ballet and this is no exception. ]