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[Ferrin Sipal]

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For weeks now, Ferrin found himself trapped within the confines of Brighthome. While the fall of Yavin lingered heavily on the minds of everyone, the mobile Space Station had become the de facto home and refuge of the entire order - hosting thousands of Jedi within its walls. It was a place of security, and yet it left the Pantoran itching to get away - now more than ever - if only for a few hours. Fortunately, the Galactic Cup of Limmie provided exactly that opportunity.

Perhaps one of the most popular sports in the Galaxy, Limmie attracted trillions of viewers each year - and Ferrin was no exception. He was a diehard follower of the sport, and the knowledge that the Galactic Cup was taking place on Ord Mantell - where he was already taking part in a ‘training expedition’ was too tempting to refuse. Conjuring some excuse with the resident Knight, Ferrin ditched his fellow Jedi and made for the inner city - towards the stadium where the game was taking place. Countless had flocked into the city for the games, transforming Worlport into a sea of foreigners and sports-fans. Thousands crammed into the stadium itself, while the rest found their way to cantinas to watch the games or partied outside the boundaries of the stadium itself - watching the games on colossal holo-projectors. The most exclusive of the crowd hovered above the game, watching from repulsor-craft that lazily circled above the field.

Ferrin found himself amongst the crowds outside the stadium, blending right in with the rest. He ditched his Jedi robes and Lightsaber for a bright blue jersey with a ‘16’ printed across the back, representing his love for Bylluran Athletic and its star player. While other fans brightly colored their faces in the team blue, Ferrin’s Pantoran heritage meant that he got to save money on paint.

The only issue, of course, was that the Pantoran didn’t actually have tickets.

Instead, he weaved his way through the crowds of fans and towards the gates - a grin working its way onto his expression. He could hear the roars coming out of the stadium and caught glimpses of the field on the Holo-projector. The games were about to begin, and there was no way in Force hell Ferrin wasn’t getting into that stadium before they did. Sneaking in should’ve been simple, right?

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[Ezra Thorne]

The crowds began to part as a luxury speeder pulled up. There were large men in suits and droids filing into place to surround an attendee. It wasn’t easy to tell who it was, but suddenly several girls were shrieking and pointing. Ferrin would catch glimpses here and there of a figure in an oversized hoodie and casual pants with sneakers. He arrived with a few others, namely kids of politicians. Ezra’s dad had no interest in sports and both his sister and Pops were at a Huttball game across the galaxy.

All the commotion would no doubt give Ferrin an opening to sneak into the stadium. The secret service took a side path and up some stairs. Soon they would board a repulsorlift to take the group to a fancy box for prime seats. As an avid Ord Mantell fan, he was ready to see them crush Bylluran. The damn team sounded like an overpriced clothing store.

The crowds were cheering and fireworks were going off to herald the beginning entertainment before the games kicked off.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

The closer he got to the stadium, Ferrin began to mentally weigh his options. Even with the volume of people, the Pantoran knew that security wasn’t anything to laugh at - and the chances of just walking in were.. Rather slim. Even if he call upon his training to slip by unnoticed, in theory, he knew better than risking the type of attention that would draw from quite literally thousands of onlookers. Fortunately, Ferrin’s solution was heralded with an overly bougie speeder and the shriek of a thousand teen girls.

The Pantoran immediately perked up - expecting to see a famous player that arrived for the tournament. Instead, his gold gaze lingered for a moment of two on the good looking Quarter-Sephi and his group. While he wasn’t about to tackle Ezra for an autograph, Ferrin didn’t miss the amount of commotion the figure generated. Seizing the opportunity, Ferrin made a beeline for one of the entrances - slipping past the usual guards that were preoccupied dealing with Ezra’s arrival. The quarter Sephi would be greeted by countless people trying to get his attention, several murmurs about him being “President Thorne’s son” and requests for him to let them into the stadium.

Making like a bandit, Ferrin slipped right past security and continued into the stadium - eyes immediately going wide at the colossal sporting venue. While he’d watched the sport religiously, this was his first time attending one in person - made all the more dramatic by the fact it was the Galactic Cup. The opening ceremony was already in full swing, with music filling the stadium and artists performing on repulsorlift platforms, hovering above the field.

There were too many seats for the Pantoran to count - but naturally, his eyes landed upon the more exclusive box where he had absolutely zero business going. He’d gotten lucky so far, why not press it a bit farther? He narrowed his eyes a bit - following up to one of the repulsorlifts that ferried people to the luxury boxes.

Without a second thought, Ferrin stuffed his hands in his pockets and started walking towards one of the repulsorlifts - watching as people crammed in with a security guard checking tickets for seating numbers. The Pantoran put himself in line, waiting until he was one or two people behind the security guard. With a faint flick of the Force, Ferrin caused the Wookiee in front of him to trip forward - falling into the arms of the Trandoshan security guard. It was a harmless trick, but the shrieks of Wookiee-talk and Trandoshan hisses - made even worse by the long-standing tension between their species - was all the distraction Ferrin needed. Without a second thought, he turned sideways and squeezed past the entrance to the Repulsorlift - narrowly avoiding the commotion and getting past the guard. How long until they figured it out, who could say - but the Pantoran counted himself lucky as the repulsorlift carried him up to the expensive viewing box.

It didn’t take long for Ferrin to reach Ezra’s box - and he promptly pushed his way towards the guard rails at the very front, opting not to take a seat yet. Amongst the crowds of richy and snobby richies, Ferrin stood in his exaggerated Bylluran jersey - cheering loudly as members of his favorite team started running into the field.

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra was in a great mood - he always loved coming to these games. He was afforded a spot in the box every time. The only thing he wasn’t crazy about was the company. He tolerated these teens, but he wasn’t exactly close friends with them. They were here because their parents kissed up to Pops and helped with votes or other political favors. In turn, their shitty kids joined the same box as Ezra for the big game.

He pulled off his hoodie to reveal his Ord Manttell jersey underneath, cheering and clapping as the game finally kicked off. The box was filled with food and drinks of all sorts, server droids wandering around to clean and tend to the rich kids. There were a few humanoid attendants as well, but they were rare.

Ezra was picking at some chips when he noticed his favorite kind was missing. He saw a blue guy standing at the railings. His brows furrowed slightly, but he didn’t think much of it, “Hey you,” He snapped his fingers, “We need more salt and lime chips-”

He spotted the guy’s jersey and he felt rage beginning to surge, “Go put on a worker’s uniform,” Ezra said icily, his eyes narrowing. How dare some attendant show up wearing a jersey? Especially that of Bullshit Athletics? He had never seen the Pantoran before, and he was certainly easy on the eyes, but that jersey was giving Ezra hives.

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[Ferrin Sipal]

Ferrin was having the absolute time of his life. Despite his fanatic love for the sport, the Pantoran hadn’t had the time or credits to get live seats before - and it made the experience all the more surreal. Attending the Galactic Cup, with some of the best views in the stadium? He wasn’t sure how his luck could improve at this point, but he wasn’t about to go taking risks and jeopardize his spot by now. Of course, that didn’t mean the Pantoran didn’t stick out from his surroundings.

While the rest of the private box enjoyed the plush seating and amenities, Ferrin practically leaned his entire upper box over the railing - expression tugging into a goofy smile. The Pantoran had no shame in his excitement - loudly cheering, clapping and hooting as the teams made their way onto the field. Well, except for Ord Mantell.

As the home team was announced, Ferrin loudly booed from his perch - thumb’s down and other hand gestures used to express just how much he disliked the Mid Rim team. And how much he was going to enjoy watching them get annihilated in record time by Bylluran. At one point or another he leaned a little too far over the edge, his upper body tipping a bit before he pulled himself back up - grin never fading.

Ferrin’s excitement was only interrupted by a voice calling out from behind. The Pantoran whipped around, golden eyes fixating onto the quarter-Sephi, the very same he’d seen earlier with an entire security detail. He couldn’t deny that Ezra was far more handsome up close - gaze lingering on his sharp jawline and those piercing silver eyes. Of course, Ferrin was snapped right out of it by what the spoiled brat was actually saying.

“Huh?” He said after a moment, blinking a few times. Worker uniform? Did Ferrin look like the help? His golden gaze flicked down to his own jersey, and then settled upon the one that Ezra wore for the very first time. His brows immediately furrowed. “Try reppin’ a team that ain’t a joke.” The two teams had a long-standing rivalry - and Ferrin was entirely convinced that Ord Mantell had to be on some illegal steroids to even get to the Galactic Cup.

Just as he was about to look back over the field, Ferrin leaned over to a passing server-droid - snatching up a little bowl of chips to enjoy. He didn’t even realize they were the salt and lime variety that Ezra was looking for - though the Quarter-Sephi certainly would.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra’s brow raised as the guy not only revealed himself as a trespasser, but he further insulted Ezra by grabbing snacks he had no business stealing. He calmly stared at the guy, reminded of how Pops always handled shitty behavior. Dad always made it worse by engaging, but Pops made it stop immediately. Ezra exhaled softly, reaching up for his comlink.

“I have a trespasser in the Thorne box,” He called in, “Pantoran, wearing a Bylluran jersey. Yup, standing right across from me. Escort him out immediately,” Ezra said before he ended the call. Silvery gaze fixed on yellows.

“Keep the snacks as a souvenir,” He said icily before he walked back towards his seat.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Ferrin was prepared to completely zone out with the match occurring below - golden eyes eagerly fixating onto the players moving across the green, artificial field. Of course, he wasn’t left there for very long - overhearing as the Quarter-Sephi escalated things with his own security. If it didn’t dawn on the Pantoran that the Ord Mantell junkie rented the entire box for his little group, and posing as one of the exclusives wasn’t going to work, it did at that moment.

Before he could say anything, Ferrin watched as a pair of Blackwell Droids stepped into the box - fixating onto the Pantoran. He blinked a few times, flashing a smile to both of them. “Hey, guys, can we talk about this?” The Pantoran nervously glanced between them, the droids not so much as coming up with a remark before continuing towards him.

Nope.

Ferrin grimaces as he was led out of the private box - opting to move before he was moved by the droids. He didn’t neglect to shoot Ezra a sour look as he went, and spared one last look at the field before it vanished from view. The fact that Bylluran scored a goal over Ord Mantell was some kind of symbolic justice, but wasn’t really helping Ferrin in that moment.

The Pantoran glanced between his non-voluntary escort as he was led out of the box, clearly looking for an opportunity to slip the pair of droids before he was tossed out of the stadium all together.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra calmly watched as the Pantoran was nudged away by the guards. The icy gaze fixed on goldens, his face impassive. As Ferris gave him a sour look, he would catch the corner of Ezra’s lips just barely tilting towards a grin right before he was shoved out of the box.

It wasn’t long before the first half of the game was over. The teams were evenly scored and it was time for the half time shows. Ezra decided he had enough of this group and wanted to get closer to the performance. He had tossed back a few drinks, already feeling a buzz no thanks to his Sephi genes.

He wore a hat and sunglasses for disguise, putting his oversized hoodie back on. Ezra made his way through the crowds, almost tossed aside a few times. He may have been tall, but he wasn’t built like a truck and could easily be flung around by a particularly angry Feeorin.

Ezra finally pushed and shoved his way towards the stage. The smell of sweat and grime was all around, and he was thankful for his earbuds. He was beginning to regret this immediately, entirely unsure why everyone always hyped up being on the floor. He stepped in gum a few times and he was sure he had his face in someone’s armpit at least once.

Fighting the urge gag, he tried to keep his sunglasses on and look for the performances coming up.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Despite the time that passed, Ferrin was still ever-so-slightly grumpy after being thrown out of the exclusive box. The Pantoran had a habit of not knowing when to shut his mouth, and it often - just as it did in this instance - was the source of all his problems. Fortunately, the Pantoran was able to slip the droid escort and vanish into the larger stadium once he was shoved out of the Thorne Box - and the security didn’t seem too interested in pursuing, now that he’d left the vicinity of their charge. While it meant that Ferrin was still able to catch the match, his seating arrangements were of significantly lower quality - down in the lower rams, crammed next to an Orcolan with BO bad enough to knock out a Rancor.

He couldn’t even cheer the demise of Ord Mantell, as the teams were somehow evenly matched. Clearly someone was cheating, otherwise Bylluran would’ve swept the field already.

Fortunately, his escape came in the form of the half-time performances. The Pantoran eagerly slipped out of his crammed seat, making his way down to the stages where live music was being played. He was already feeling a healthy buzz from a few drinks he’d snagged earlier in the evening, bribing the deodorant-absent Orcolan with a few extra credits to buy ‘em. By the time Ferrin reached the stage, one of the performances was just beginning - music filling the air in combination with the choreography and lights flashing across the stage. The Pantoran did his best to ignore the smells and the fact that his shoes stuck to the floor due to mystery gunk, his lips tugging upwards into a wide grin.

After a few moments, Ferrin began to sway and groove to the music - unable to keep his body from moving. He didn’t seem to care how he looked or who was watching, entirely focused on enjoying himself - save for a few random bumps into other sweaty fans.

It didn’t take long for the Pantoran to gravitate towards Ezra unwittingly. As he grooved, Ferrin bumped against the Quarter-Sephi - lighter than the nearby Feeorin, but enough to catch the man’s attention. Ferrin whipped his gaze around. “My bad, dude,” He said with a sheepish grin. He was blissfully oblivious to the quarter-Sephi's identity with his sunglasses and hoodie - and wrote off the idea that some snobby rich kid would make it this far down into the crowds. His gaze, however, lingered on the mystery figure for a few moments with an inviting grin - eventually jutting his chin for the Quarter-Sephi to join into the dancing and grooving.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra was close to vomiting from all the smells, but he also couldn’t escape. When he turned around, the crowds had packed in and it was impossible to move. The performance began and he was trapped in this crowd, feeling entirely disgusted. His jaw tightened as he plotted means of exiting the floor.

Someone bumped into him and he shoved into someone else. His shades tilted and his hat almost fell off. He salvaged both, but not before the Pantoran would catch a glimpse of a piercing silver eye that he had seen earlier. Ezra quickly placed his disguise back on, staring vacantly as the gatecrasher did some bizarre dance moves. However, the ridiculous moves appeared to make a few others slowly back away from him for fear of being thwacked by a flailing, uncoordinated limb.

Ezra actually stepped towards the guy as if accepting the offer to dance. In the end, he came to a stop nearby, just outside of flail radius. He would have to be absolutely shitfaced before his dance moves came out, so for now Ezra focused back on the performance.

Every now and then his gaze flicked back over to the Pantoran just to see how he made an absurd display next.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Ferrin practically did a double take, catching only a glimpse of those silver eyes from earlier in the night. Truth be told, the Pantoran was prepared to write off the possibility that Ezra would dare get this close to all the sweat and grime near the stage - if not for the fact that Ferrin hadn’t ever seen eyes quite like that before, any other time in his life. It was too much of a coincidence, and a quick glance at the quarter-Sephi’s other visible features confirmed it was, in fact, the same person.

His eyes narrowed for only a moment, before that grin spread across his lips. Whatever grumpiness lingered after being thrown out of the private box, Ferrin was a bit too curious about the Quarter-Sephi than to just write him off. Thus, his expression lit up ever-so-slightly when Ezra stepped towards him - only to fall flat a moment later. It didn’t dawn on Ferrin for a few moments that he was being used as people-repellent, and he figured Ezra simply wasn’t one for the dancefloor.

“Suit yourself,” He said with a smirk, shrugging it off. Despite the level of absurdity that his dancing actually was, Ferrin was largely undeterred by the weirded-out stares and jeers of spectators. With the level of scrutiny and public disdain that most Jedi received, the Pantoran had thicker skin than most - and was enjoying himself all the same.

He snagged a drink for himself, taking a swig as he continued to groove. At one point or another, the Pantoran came dangerously close to thwaping that same, angry Feeorin from earlier - dancing - literally - dangerously on the edge of pissing off the mountain-sized alien. Of course, Ezra would benefit from people allowing them both pretty wide berth and good views of the stage, free from being crammed against other sweaty people.

The Pantoran glanced over to Ezra after a moment, “Surprised you ditched the butlers and glitzy entourage up there,” He jutted his chin up towards the private box where Ezra had hung out for the first half of the game. He figured the Quarter-Sephi would be too worried about scuffing up his limited edition sneakers.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra was content with where he stood. People gave him space and he could see the stage and hear the music. He tapped his hand against the side of his thigh to the rhythm, enjoying the beat. He looked over when the Pantoran from earlier addressed him. If he had more Sephi in him, his ears would have flattened. Even that little tilt of the head towards the box risked his identity being revealed.

Silver eyes stared right through the other man, burning through every layer of his composition. He gingerly grabbed a drink off a passing droid, “I can’t tell if you’re dancing or having a seizure,” He said icily as he sipped from the container. Ezra couldn’t risk his cover being blown, and he half expected the idiot to do that to him.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Ferrin continued right along with his totally normal dance routine, until the song finally came to an end. His limbs ceased their failing even though the goofy smile remained, pausing for but a moment to take a drink from his cup. Of course, that didn’t mean he missed the looks from Ezra.

The Pantoran stared blankly back at the Quarter-Sephi - arching a brow at the irritation clear in that frosted gaze. For all the ways he could be oblivious, Ferrin was able to put two-and-two together that Ezra didn’t appreciate his identity being outed to the multitudes in the crowd around them. Fortunately, no one around seemed to hear the one-off comment - and Ferrin wasn’t actually planning on ruining Ezra’s day.

“Hey, my dancing was giving you a good view of the stage.” The Pantoran quipped right back, brushing off the snarky comment with a huff.

“‘Least I don’t look like I’m dealing with some serious constipation.” He jutted his chin as if to mention the sour look plastered across the Quarter-Sephi’s face.

Unfortunately, Ferrin’s lack of performing hazard signals meant that the crowd, gradually, felt comfortable enough to approach - beginning to fill the space around the stage. Ezra wouldn’t have much time before the crowd began to squeeze back in around him. Rather than start another dance, Ferrin took a few seconds to observe Ezra getting boxed in and bumped into before he glanced around his surroundings

“Best views in the house,” Ferrin gestured to get Ezra’s attention and promptly pointed his finger upwards - gesturing to a maintenance rafter that ran above the stage and field. Free from any crowds, it provided them a clear view of the performances and game. Of course, assuming anyone could actually get up there.

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra’s expression didn’t change when the Pantoran remarked on it, “Doesn’t stop you from gawking at me,” He stated flatly in response, shamelessly calling the other guy out. He looked around as he was boxed in, smelling strong body odor all over again. Ezra looked over when the Pantoran spoke again, pointing to some rafters.

“You’re gonna teleport up there?” He asked dryly, entirely unamused by the suggestion. However, Ezra decided to put his height to use, shoving and pushing people out of the way to clear a path. He may not have been buff like Pops, but he certainly had a wide build to try and truck through smaller people.

Eventually, he cleared his way towards the rafter, though he still didn’t see a viable way up. Ezra was drenched in the sweat of other people and immediately regretting this decision, “You better have a way up,” He said with a scowl as he looked at Goldeneyes again.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Ferrin couldn’t help the way his eyes widened ever-so-slightly when Ezra shot back with his remark. “I.. Uh,” The Pantoran blinked a few times, his cheeks shifting a somewhat darker shade of indigo. “Shut up,” He grumbled after a moment, unable to formulate any other valid response to being called out by the Quarter-Sephi. He couldn’t really deny it either, which only amplified his embarrassment.

He purposefully didn’t address it further, his golden eyes flicking around the area beneath the rafters for a route up. “What do I look like, a wizard?” He grumbled back in response to Ezra. Little did the Quarter-Sephi know, of course.

He was about to make a suggestion - only to glance up at Ezra, watching as he began barreling through the crowds with his superior height. Not one to waste an opportunity, the Pantoran quickly began to follow after - turning his shoulders to avoid bumping into others as much as possible. He was still sweaty and gross by the time he got to the other side, but less so than Ezra.

“Of course I do,” The Pantoran muttered towards the Quarter-Sephi, casually tucking his hands into his pockets. What he was really doing was desperately searching for a viable route up the rafters. While the Pantoran figured he could maybe manage to scale it with his training.. He wasn’t entirely confident he could, would completely expose himself and leave Ezra in the dust.

A few moments of frantic searching finally culminated in his gaze landing on a door tucked behind the stage - a bright red ‘EMPLOYEE ONLY’ sign plastered on the front. He had no idea what was all behind there, but he figured a service ladder to the rafters was likely behind it - if there was one at all. “Bingo,” The Pantoran said triumphantly, slinking his way over to the door.

Only to find it locked.

“Shit,” He said, glancing around before back at Ezra. “Watch my back for a sec,” He said, turning back to the locked door. He cupped his hands around the handle, fidgeting around as if he was going to pick the lock. Using the Force to deactivate the lock wasn’t too difficult, but doing so without getting caught maybe was.

 

[Ezra Thorne]

Watching the Pantoran fumble and squirm was far more entertaining than Ezra could have anticipated. The hints of a smirk began to appear on his face, though he wasn’t the type to smile easily. He expected some great idea, but instead he led the way to a clearly locked door. Ezra stared vacantly as the guy told him to watch his back. While he did what?

Ezra was several inches taller and could see over his head as the Pantoran suspiciously attempted to unlock the door. He rolled his eyes and turned around to look casual as he faced the crowds. His taller frame blocked the view until his ears picked up an audible click.

“You actually got it open?” Ezra said as he turned around, genuine wonder creeping into his tone. He followed the Pantoran, closing the door behind him. He made a point to lock the door from the inside again, feeling a rush as they were definitely doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“You make a hobby out of breaking rules?” He asked as he followed him up a set of stairs, thinking back to how the Pantoran casually gatecrashed his box.

Thanks to his superior hearing, Ezra could hear someone coming down the stairs. Without warning, he abruptly grabbed the other boy and tugged him under the stairs going up. This meant he was pressed up against the Pantoran while facing him, towering over him, “Be quiet,” He whispered quietly as he waited for the employee to descend down the stairs right above them.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

“Of course I got it open,” Ferrin said with a wide grin, glancing back to Ezra over his shoulder. Naturally, the Pantoran thought he was slick as hell with his subtle Force maneuver. “What do I look like, an amateur?” He shook his head a bit. A single second ticked by before Ferrin paused and shot Ezra back a harsh look that clearly read ‘don’t answer that’.

The Pantoran couldn’t help but arch a brow at Ezra’s question, offering a small shrug in response. “Ain’t nobody gettin’ hurt,” Ferrin said, clearly setting a line of what he was willing or not willing to do. “Besides, do you always follow the rules?” He glanced back at Ezra inquisitively. Somehow, he doubted it.

Before he could press that point further, the Pantoran gasped as Ezra tugged him out of sight. He froze for a moment, golden eyes fixed upon Ezra with the light glinting off them ever-so-slightly. He opened his mouth to speak in total disregard to the Quarter-Sephi’s command, until he heard the footsteps of the employee for himself. It was enough to keep the Pantoran quiet, until the individual in question reached the end of the stairs - promptly rounding a corner to the bathrooms at the end of the hall.

Only then did Ferrin crack a grin, glancing down to the way they were pressed together in the dark corner. “Could ‘least tell me your name first.” He remarked, staring up at Ezra for a moment longer before slipping out from under the stairs, slowly ascending them for himself. Luckily, there didn’t appear to be any other employees in their immediate vicinity, though he purposefully kept close to Ezra - partially to sneak glances at the dude and partially to rely on his sensitive hearing.

Upon reaching the loft at the top of the stairs, the pair would be greeted by a rather unsafe looking ladder - clearly designed as a utility ladder for electrical or construction workers. Ferrin blinked a few times, not at all looking pleased by their prospects. The Pantoran wasn’t particularly scared of height.. But also didn’t like sketchy shit like this.

“Guess.. I’ll go first.” He muttered, taking a breath before stepping to the ladder.

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[Ezra Thorne]

He glanced back at the Pantoran, temporarily getting lost in the vibrant golden eyes. How did he miss these eyes before? Ezra scoffed a bit as he spoke, “I think you know my name,” He leaned in a bit closer right before the Pantoran slipped away from underneath him. He rolled his eyes and followed, coming across the janky ladder.

Ezra was pleased the other guy volunteered to go first because he had no intention of doing so. For a moment, he stood there moodily, watching to see if Ferrin toppled over and broke his neck. He was also provided the benefit of checking out his rear end as he climbed.

Deciding the ladder was sturdy enough, Ezra finally began to climb as well. By the time he almost got to the top, the ladder began to wobble a bit.

“Go go!” He called out at the Pantoran, quickly speeding up the climb. The two would have to hastily make it to the top, Ezra practically rolling right on top of the other teen in his rush. He quickly moved over to catch the ladder before it could start to fall backwards, tightening a screw, “I oughta sue this company..” He grumbled to himself.

Ezra was in an unpleasant mood, but that slowly began to shift when he could hear the crowds. He started walking towards an overlook and gasped, the vantage point incredible and right over the field. The look on his face was comical and he was caught in stunned silence.

@Altaris

 

[Ferrin Sipal]

Despite his surface-confidence, Ferrin wasn’t exactly sure about the ladder. The damn thing looked like it could break at the slightest bit of pressure, and no amount of Jedi-reflexes in the world were going to save him from that fall if it did - let alone Ezra. Putting his better judgement aside, however, the Pantoran quickly began to scramble up the metal bars - entirely aware that Ezra was checking out his rear.

Which may or may not have been intentional.

“I am going!” He hissed back at Ezra, scurrying up the ladder as quickly as he could. While he wasn’t short by any means, the Pantoran had less than Ezra and moved slower - and was literally climbed over the top of as they reached the top of the loft. “Sue for what?” The Pantoran stared back at him. “We injured ourselves while trespassing and scaling the ladder that clearly says ‘Maintenance Worker Only’?” Ferrin shook his head.

He didn’t linger on it though, as Ferrin instead glanced over to the field below them - taking in the absolutely stellar views. The Pantoran had only guessed that it would be this nice, having never actually done this before.. Even if he didn’t plan on admitting that to Ezra. He flashed a grin, glancing over to the quarter-Sephi. “Ain’t no Salt and Lime chips up here, but I’m sure you’ll survive.” He teased, nudging Ezra a bit.

He paused for a moment or two, allowing Ezra to stare down at the field in amazement. The Pantoran flashed a smile, “Seems like I got the best views around, though,” He repeated, though it was clear he wasn’t referring to the field below. The Pantoran promptly glanced towards the game, just in time to see Ord Mantell score a goal.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra scoffed, “Because I’m Ezra Thorne and I was inconvenienced,” He said simply. It may have sounded like a joke, but it was terrifyingly true. He could have anyone’s life turned upside down just for looking at him funny. Ezra said nothing when the Pantoran nudged him, keeping his gaze on the game. When the other teen spoke about the view, he briefly glanced over, spotting the golden eyes staring right at him.

“Damn, are you coming onto me?” He asked flatly, genuinely impressed at how bold the guy was. He even broke into Ezra’s viewing box. Was this his play all along? And if so, Ezra couldn’t help but find himself interested. Before he could say anything, his team scored and he cheered immediately, clapping along with the crowds.

“I suppose you’ll need a pick me up with the way this game is going for you,” Ezra said with a snicker as one of Ferrin’s team players was carried off the field due to injury.

@Altaris