@GoblinKing
"Every time they're on." Cliff answered simply. "Why?"
"Every time they're on." Cliff answered simply. "Why?"
Rowan shrugged. "Just wondering. How often are they on?" He asked.
(oh god i have zero football knowledge. god bless google)
"Four." Cliff only looked over at Rowan to vaguely acknowledge him, and even then it was only for a split moment. "Why?"
(Same lol)
"Four?" Rowan asked, confused. "Is that four times a day? Four times a month? At four in the afternoon?"
"Jesus." Cliff muttered. "Four times a season."
"Ah… okay…" Rowan was quiet for a moment. "And… um… how long is a season?"
"4-ish months. 17 weeks." He shrugged.
"So like… once a monthish?" Rowan asked tentatively.
"Sounds about right, yeah. I dunno, I don' keep track like that, y'know." He grunted, looking back over at Rowan.
Rowan nodded a bit. "Yeah… sorry, I… don't know much about sports…"
"It's fine, it's fine." Cliff responded. He moved to sit back on the couch, somewhat sprawled. "I kinda figured."
Rowan nodded again, awkwardly turning his attention back to the TV. "So… um… what makes football so exciting for most people?"
"It's just excitin' to watch. The rivalries are fun." Cliff shrugged. "And the tailgatin' parties."
"Ah…" Rowan watched the game curiously. "Why do they have to tackle each other, though? It seems pretty dangerous."
"'Cause it's not a sport for pussies, man. Just part'a the game." Cliff snorted. "Just how it is."
"Oh… right. Don't people get like, really badly hurt, though?" Rowan asked. "The only thing I ever hear about football is people getting hurt…"
"Yeah. I mean, it's just part'a the game. Guys don' need to get int'a football if they can't handle gettin' hurt."
"Right… probably wouldn't be the best for me since I'm scrawny and accident prone, huh?"
"Right." Cliff laughed, finally deciding on taking off his hat. "That's what I'm thinkin'."
Rowan laughed weakly. "I mean, I broke my leg falling off a roof."
"Yeah, yeah, but I think bein' on a roof is kinda.. I mean, you're just askin' to break somethin'."
"True, true, but it was a dare. I don't back down from dares. I'm not a coward, even if I'm a dumbass."
Cliff laughed. "Goddamn straight you're not." He picked at a fray on his jeans. "How're ya holdin' up? With your leg and all."
"Eh… m'alright. Doesn't hurt too much, but I'm shit with the crutches. I fall a lot." Rowan sighed.
"…Yeah. Yer gonna get better at 'em, though." Cliff rubbed his jaw. "At some point."
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