[He huffs, a quiet little thing that could've been a laugh.]
I'm afraid I only just learned what baseball is this year. I'm woefully uneducated on the teams.
[Ah, but he's distracted from that line of thought by the strap on the man's shoulder.]
To pass the time...?
[Shifting a little, his stare moves to the bag — much like his own, which he's left next to him; it's been hard to wear his leather satchel as he is, especially with his textbooks in there, though he makes do. Something to pass the time...? He tries to ignore the little voice in his head saying to get away from whatever this is, that it'll be some sort of trap too fast for his friends to interrupt before it hurts him.
He swallows, the fingers of his uninjured arm curling on the edge of the table.
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I'm afraid I only just learned what baseball is this year. I'm woefully uneducated on the teams.
[Ah, but he's distracted from that line of thought by the strap on the man's shoulder.]
To pass the time...?
[Shifting a little, his stare moves to the bag — much like his own, which he's left next to him; it's been hard to wear his leather satchel as he is, especially with his textbooks in there, though he makes do. Something to pass the time...? He tries to ignore the little voice in his head saying to get away from whatever this is, that it'll be some sort of trap too fast for his friends to interrupt before it hurts him.
He swallows, the fingers of his uninjured arm curling on the edge of the table.
Diarmuid, after a moment, nods his approval.]