Let's Play A Game (Tag: Flynn)

Kristoff always was pretty good at sports. It wasn't because he was pretty tall and sort of athletic, but rather he used his power to calculate exactly the kind of moves that he would need to do in order to win. It didn't just apply for sports but games altogether. It got people angry occasionally, yes, but it was a quick way to make money when he needed it. Eager to see how the sports field here on the UN Training Center would be like, he walked out onto the soccer field in his athletic clothes. It wasn't cloudy with little sun outside today luckily so the heat wasn't unbearable for him. He walked over to the soccer ball to inspect it. Immediately his brain started going. Approximately 0.43 kg--carry the one--leaves an base speed of 25 m/s for a single kick.. he put the ball down and looked towards the goal, seeing the exact amount of force he would need to kick in order for the ball to go in and.. he kicked the ball and it shot straight into the net. "Booyah!" he exclaimed as he punched the air and did a little embarrassing happy dance, thinking nobody else was nearby.

As Flynn was walking out onto the field to play a little soccer today. To his surprise, someone had the same idea as him. Hazel eyes watched as the blonde male stared down at the ball before up at the goal, until finally kicking it straight into the goal. He couldnt help but chuckle a bit in amusement as the male shouted out in delight and some sort of happy dance. "Never seen a dance like that." He remarked out to the male.

Kristoff was about to continue until he heard a voice. He straightened himself up and looked over to see a brunette man around the same age as him. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he hadn't even noticed the man just standing there... he tended to do that sometimes. He cleared his throat and tilted his head. "Oh that? I wasn't dancing. That was just a, uhh pre-game stretch." He said in a deep tough-guy sort of voice before he started to chuckle, knowing how dumb it sounded.

Flynn just gave the male a flat look, shaking his head a bit in refusal to believe the male's quick excuse. A smirk formed upon his lips in amusement at the male's deep tough guy voice. "Just came up with that on the spot?" he remarked out in a teasing comment, chuckling softly at how dumb the excuse had sounded.

"Pretty much," Kristoff admitted with a crooked smile. He ruffled his hand through his hair as he walked towards the soccer ball and moved it with his feet back to where he stood before. "So you just here for the view or do you want to play too?" He asked, matching the other guy's teasing attitude. He rested the ball on his foot as he narrowed his eyes to get a closer look at the guy to inspect him. He hadn't seen him before, but then again he didn't really socialize with a lot of other people here either.

Flynn tilted his head a bit, quirking an eyebrow at the male's remark about here for the view and wanting to play. "The view would be way much better with a female, or a guy around my type." Flynn commented in a teasing tone, winking at the male playfully. "But I'm here more to play," he added with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

He laughed a little. "Well, can't disagree with you for the most part." He didn't have anything against people who swung both ways, but he just didn't personally find an attraction in other guys. Or a lot of women either, he was more of a lone wolf type of guy anyway. "The name's Kristoff Buchanan," he introduced himself as he passed the ball to the brunette with a small kick.

Flynn chuckled a bit at the male's response to his reply, shrugging his shoulders a bit. Before he took notice of the male kicking the ball to him, quickly stopping the ball with ease. "Flynn Rider" he introduced himself to the male with a light grin.