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jingles7: wow rababoo
jingles7: that basket had no chance against ur fierce fierceness
jingles7: bc ur fierce
jingles7: & u broke it
jingles7: congrats now im injured AND bored
jingles7: balls
It’s the first free throw he misses in the entire season and, well, actually it’s fine, because they are never going to lose this game — please, — but it still sucks and it still bothers him because it’s such a stupid, stupid mistake to make. He quite liked his spotless record, thank you very much, so when he goes seventeen-out-of-eighteen-in-the-season, Saras hisses and mutters curse after curse after curse.
Nate arches an eyebrow at him, and Saras curses again, in English this time, and louder.
jingles7: guys
jingles7: guys seriously this is great
jingles7: but also sooooo fucking boring
jingles7: did the aliens take these guys’ skills?
jingles7: like in space jam you peasants
jingles7: bc I mean they’re not even trying
jingles7: OOOOHH ALEJANDRO THAT WAS A PRETTY 3P THAT ONE
jingles7: good job honey
At half time, Juan Carlos pokes him playfully in the ribs and says, “No et preocupes, encara vas a tener molts tirs para fallar”.
Saras pulls a face. “Fuck you,” he says, loud enough for everyone in the locker room to hear. “I will, later.”
Juan Carlos kicks him in the shin, giggling, his face flushed and his eyes bright from the adrenaline of the game. He pulls off his shirt and CJ wolf whistles.
Marcelinho throws his hands up in the air and yells, “Nossa! Nossa! Assim você me mata!”
Then suddenly they’re all singing in a very terrible chorus and even worse accents, and Juan Carlos is now a bright shade of red all over, and the coach doesn’t even try to call them back to order.
jingles7: did you just sing ai si eu te pego without me?
jingles7: WITHOUT ME?????
jingles7: HOW COULD YOU
jingles7: FRIENDSHIP OVER
jingles7: FRIENDSHIP. OVER.
jingles7: im crying