Private Finished [AGoDR] Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

Broen had his hands in his jacket pockets when Rory showed up. He chewed on his lip and gave a small smile. "Call me crazy then," he said with a quick sideways glance to his Regalia partner, who was standing an obviously antagonistic distance away from him.

"So," he said as he turned back to Rory. "Whatcha wanna do? What rules we gonna set?"

Broen nodded, rolling his neck a bit. He was still sore from hitting the side of the school. And then Roa beating the crap out of him for getting hurt. Dude was a psycho.

"Okay that sounds fine. Any rules?"
He stopped and looked at Althea, asking her moreso than Rory. She missed for a moment and added that all the bottles had to be picked up by their hand and they had to hold their respective bags at all times.

Broen turned to Rory, taking one of the bags. "That sound alright to you, Rat Girl?"

Broen scrambled in the opposite direction of Rory, stumbling over himself as he ran to try and pick up as many bottles and cans as he could. He knew he was at a disadvantage here, so he pushed himself harder than he normally might have. Althea posting rules meant that she was counting this match for his quota. If he lost, it'd be seven matches he had to win instead of six.

So he slid to grab bottles without losing momentum, scratching himself up and bumping into things all along the way.

Broen barely made it back as the buzzer sounded. He had almost a full bag, and a dozen minor scratches to go along with it.

Looking at Rory's bag and a half, he dropped his to the ground and fell back on his ass on the ground. He sighed and glanced over at Althea, who mouthed seven. Fuck... his face probably showed his discomfort, but only for a second.

Cracking a grin to keep himself from crying, Broen turned back to Rory. "Good fuckin match... I never stood a chance." He let out a breathless laugh, falling back onto the grass and closing his eyes. He was never gonna get his fuckin powers back...

"Nah. Not bond." By this time, Althea had gone to fill up her water bottle so Broen didn't really feel as nervous as he did before. He cracked an eye open at Rory.

"She can unlock latent powers... but won't use it on me unless I win... seven matches now with no help and no powers." He sighed and covered his eyes with his arm, ostensibly to keep the sun out of them. But really he was starting to tear up. Fuck this. This was not helping with his transition into having emotions again.