he wakes up in the morning, excited for that night's events. the whole day he spends preparing, waiting for that first whistle. when he finally gets there everything seems like a dream. he is enchanted by the way the bodies move across the floor. one day he'll be just like them, but for now he can dream about the future, put all his effort into researching the shit out of everything. he will live, breathe, and sleep derby. he really just needs new skates so he can practice like crazy and eventually get good enough to try out in time for when he'll be old enough. there is so much excitement.
there is no booty like a derby girl booty. he isn't even an ass man, but he can still appreciate a nice arse. with the short shorts and fishnets... *drool* one of the many fine reasons to go to a derby bout.
his back hurts more than he could ever imagine. so much cheering and screaming and such has put a strain on him. lying down, he realizes just how much pain he is in. all that he can think of to make it go away is to sleep. he doesn't want to miss a moment of such a beautiful world, but he can't help the fact that he desperately needs some rest.
confusion is an old enemy, he thought they were done, but now it's back, back to the questioning looks and the long rambles of trying to explain. thus time it's different, this time it's all the same. it doesn't quite make sense, but many a thing doesn't. that's the whole point.
<3 <3
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