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“Were you, because you seem really distracted, which wouldn’t be a problem on any other day but this is the Trojans Kev.” Neil said, and the voice crack wasn’t lost on him. Neil wasn’t one to share everything, but he was getting better at it, but he was getting worried about Kevin because he’s been known to crack under the pressure should he not share what was going on.
“Kevin I’m just trying to help,” He whispered, a hand going to the back of the older striker’s neck to keep him in the moment as well as focused on him. “Talk to me. Is someone threatening you? If there is I’ll tell Andrew, we’ll take care of it.”
           His jaw tightened and he pulled his knees against his chest, staring in silence at the wall. "I’m fine,“ he insisted, his tone snappish. "I don’t need your protection, or Andrew’s.” He did, of course he did, they both knew that, but Kevin was scared, and upset, and most of all, stubborn.
Kevin glanced at Neil out of the corner of his eyes, his hands gripping each other to keep from trembling. He hated this, he hated being weak, he didn’t want to be seen like this. Half of him wanted everyone to just leave him alone, but another part, a part he figured he got from his mother, just wanted to be held and told he’d be okay in the end.
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i’m andrew
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Anonymously send me your favorite detail about how I play my character.
I will publish and respond OOC.
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hell hath no fury.
kevin day - #02, palmetto state foxes - starting striker
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So, tumblr’s 10 year old today. instead of doin the usual routine and jokin about what an apocalyptic sci-fi hellscape it is and roast its management, I just wanna say; I appreciate this weird old place. I’ve had some great times here. some bad times, and some legitimately surreal times too. But I can sincerely say I don’t think I’d be the same person or met as many wonderful people if I’d never signed up for this weird, weird, weird, absolute nightmare of a blogging site. I… love you tumblr, somehow, and if I can’t say it today then I never will. Thanks tumbl. Please fix your site
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ill be done tomorrow afternoon and have replies done by monday!!
okay, so im not gonna be on much until sunday afternoon bc i joined a film festival thing, and im writing the script. so. wish we luck. ill need it
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Temporary Disability Meme
Send me a symbol and my muse will suffer from these disability for a week. 
♿ - For my muse to lose their ability to walk. 👀 - For my muse to lose their sight.  👂 - For my muse to lose their hearing.  👄 - For my muse being mute. 👅 - For my muse to lose their ability to taste. 👃 - For my muse to lose their ability to smell.
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okay, so im not gonna be on much until sunday afternoon bc i joined a film festival thing, and im writing the script. so. wish we luck. ill need it
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Exy Monthly: The Palmetto State Foxes Exclusive
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Snorting, Neil shrugged. “Yeah I know, but so are you,” He shot back, turning to the laptop to watch the game. As it went on, Neil kept glancing at Kevin. he could almost feel whatever was wrong with the other striker radiating off him and into the air in between them. A part of him said that if something was wrong with Kevin, the other man would say something, but then he remembered that this was Kevin they were talking about.
“You’re the biggest drama queen,” Neil corrected, poking Kevin’s elbow with his toe as the first half of the game came to an end. The Trojans were up by 10, dominating the competition as per usual. Sitting up a little bit when Kevin snapped, Neil decided enough was enough. Pausing the game and shutting the laptop completely, Neil sat cross legged, angled so that it would be hard for Kevin to not look at him.
“Kevin,” he switched back to English, all signs of a joking lilt in his voice gone. “You’re doing great in your classes…what’s really going on?”
              By halftime, Kevin felt like he was going to puke. Maybe he should’ve taken Betsy's advice when he had first come to Palmetto State, and gotten medication for his anxiety, but he honestly doubted it would help any. A pill couldn’t take away the paranoia the Ravens engraved into his being. 
              Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice Neil was moving until his laptop clicked closed. He flinched at the sharp noise and looked at Neil, his flash of surprise and fear being replaced with a mask of confused annoyance. “I was watching that. What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on. Nothing.” His voice cracked on the last word, and he wanted to slam his head into a wall and scream, ‘That’s what’s wrong, Neil!’ But he didn’t. He just glared at the coffee table.
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Kevin Day: *sees Jeremy Knox*
Kevin Day: I'm feeling a little bit Kevin Gay right now
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ya lit meme: (2/9) quotes // all for the game by nora sakavic
we’ve lost enough. it’s time to  w i n .
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concept: kevin cries when jeremy knox gets recruited for court
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“Oh yeah sure, that’s what it is,” Neil said with a snort before turning out to the door. “I’m not acting in any way, I’m just saying that your adoration for Knox is cute,” It was a matter that most Foxes teased Kevin about almost everyday, but Neil wasn’t going to lie, he saw what Kevin saw in him.
Rolling his eyes, Neil shifted closer so it was more his knees on Kevin’s legs. “Drama queen,” He grumbled before reaching up and pulling on a strand of hair lightly, going back to French before turning to the screen. “Taking a few hours to chill won’t kill your chances of passing, Kev.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, lightly pinching his shin. “You’re a dick, Neil.” Kevin rested his forearms on Neil’s knees to lean forward and hit play on the laptop. “Just watch the fucking game.” He tried to focus on the game, but his skin was crawling. He repressed a shudder and ignored the feeling in his stomach, trying not to alert something was wrong.
“I’m not a drama queen,” he said, a weak retort, but it was something. He couldn’t let Neil know what he was thinking, it was stupid and a complete waste of time, and if Neil was too worried about him, it would only distract Neil further. Kevin didn’t need that. “You don’t know that, I should be studying, I can’t afford to fall behind in classes,” he snapped back, his French clipped with anxiety. He just hoped Neil didn’t notice the nervous lilt in his voice.
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anonymous asked: the upperclassmen or the monsters?
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The Foxes’ magazine spreads:
↳ Kevin Day, THE SON OF EXY
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      Kevin was used to abuse from Riko’s side, but if Andrew gripped Kevin’s neck TIGHT with his fingers, it always had a reason. Sometimes, it was to remind him just how alive he was, and just how much he wanted to STAY alive.
      Riko was always a bad shadow of Kevin’s past.
      ❝ Tell him about the bothersome captain-wannabe too, ❞ Andrew added, his expression unchanged. ❝ I have no reason to try. The game is boring. Make it interesting and I’ll guard your PRECIOUS goal, ❞
        For a split second, Kevin had a flash of Riko in his mind. His lip curling in displeasure, his left eye slightly more narrowed than his right, a fist curling, and then a shock of pain on his cheek as Riko backhanded him, the sting of a ring right on the top of the "2″ tattooed there.
        Then, it was gone, and he was left with a queen on his cheekbone, and Andrew in front of him, apathetic as always, Kevin’s only reaction being a sharp breath and a twitch of his nose.
        Kevin swallowed, and ignored the goosebumps rising on his shoulders, and the urge to look around for a deadman. He ignored the first part, and focused on the second. “Tell me, then,” he said, licking his lips. “How can I make it interesting?”
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