Basketball Practice, Gym, Friday Afternoon

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Tyler is trying fancy dribble techniques.

It is likely no one will draft him for the Harlem Globetrotters, but at least he's getting good exercise chasing the balls he loses all over the gym.

Last practice before the game.

[OOC: OCD is up. Plottery post about game logistics here. I'm on slowplay for the afternoon and will be gone entirely from 5-10 p.m. or so.]

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Re: Talk to Coach Bluth

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"Gremlins," Tyler reminded him. "Blue and gold gremlins. It's Anders and McKnight, I'm not sure if those are first or last names"

"What does my shirt say?," he asked, almost suspiciously.

Re: Talk to Coach Bluth

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"You're 'Minor.' Because the first time I saw you at Caritas, you didn't think you were going to get a drink because you were a minor," GOB said, tossing over Tyler's shirt. GOB was clearly a clever person.

Re: Talk to Coach Bluth

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"Minor. Great," Tyler said, relieved it wasn't worse. "Thanks."

He wandered off to stuff the shirt into his bag.