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It has been an incredibly boring week. I do not know how anyone can manage to thrive in such a dull environment. Bored bored bored. I tire of it. There is nothing of interest, only..

Ah..

I had hoped to mention it sooner, but I was unsure how to word it..Usagi has gone back to Japan. She is no longer here, though I'm certain the difference would be obvious. She was a bright, brilliant beam of light in our otherwise dreary existence.

I suppose I am what you call a single man now.
It is unpleasant.
I have not missed it.
Why is life so terribly un-fulfilling? Why must we suffer such trials of the heart? I can hardly stand it! The cruelty of it all!

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Chocolate reminds me of Usagi....

Usagi liked chocolate more than I did.

Edited 2013-03-28 05:30 (UTC)

Right. So no on the chocolate.

How about we go out on the pitch? You can help me practice dodging bludgers? That doesn't remind you of her, right?

I am hoping it will not last long. I do so love chocolate...

It does, in a way. But I should like to do that, yes. The fresh air will do me good.

Alright then. Meet you on the pitch in 10 then? Bring your best beaters club.

All of my clubs are the best. [There's that enthusiasm.] And alright.

[He leaves the journal closed on his bed now, grabbing his gear and heading out to the pitch quickly to wait for Tony.]

[Tony makes his way to the pitch, with the ball trunk and his broom. He gives Thor a nod when he's close enough then puts the trunk down.]

This box is way too awkward for me to deal with on a regular basis. Next time, you carry it.

[He gives him a grin as he gets a better hold on his broom.]

[Thor nods in response. No wave, no smile, he's surprisingly solemn about this. It's like he took the real Thor and put him somewhere else.]

My apologies. [He answers in a curt manner, twirling his bat in his hand.] Get a head start.

[Tony just stares long and hard at him for his solemnity]

Oh. Kay... Really hoping this doesn't last, because it's just. Wrong.

[But nonetheless he mounts his broom, hovering a few feet as he sits back and checks everything's right.]

Somehow I'm thinking dodging this is going to be kind of easy.

[Then he starts to raise up slowly.]

[Thor stares back, looking a little confused at the way he's being JUDGED by Stark. What? What is he doing!?]

That remains to be seen. [He straightens his shoulders and puffs his chest defensively before dropping down to open the case, taking the bludger and hurling it in the air before rising up on his own broom.]

[Tony swings about freely in the air as Thor starts getting himself ready. It had been a while since his last quidditch practise and even longer since he was just up in the air to fly free as a bird. So after a roll he settles himself in front of a goal post and waits for the first bludger aimed at him.]

[Thor kicks himself upward so he rises upward at a faster pace, twirling his bat in his hand as he zips around, waiting for the bludger to show up.

Ah! Here it comes! Hurtling toward him, but not for long. Thor hits it with a reasonable amount of force, sending it flying at Tony.]

Watch yourself!

[Watching the bludger come towards him Tony waits till the last second to dodge it smirks at Thor.]

Come on, sun and surf. I know you've got better than that.

[Thor narrows his eyes at Tony as he abruptly dodges. He should have expected that, but it still enrages him. This isn't stress relieving at all! He was a fool to think it would be!

When the bludger returns to him, he barely even considers it. He smacks it will all of his furious strength seemingly on impulse.]

[Tony's brows shoot up as he sees the demon-ball rocket towards him, he didn't think Thor would get so hard this fast, and he jerks out the way deciding that was a little too close and decides to not keep things so stationary and then starts flying towards Thor.]

Hit me if you can, rocket power.

[He grins at him as he aims to fly past him.]

[Tony has grossly underestimated just how pissy Thor is, then. He's putting all of his temper into this! The only thing holding him back is a newfound desire not to send Tony to the hospital wing.

He lets Tony fly past him, moving around in a large circle so he can reach the bludger on the other side of the pitch.]

I intend to! [He calls out, zooming toward the bludger and pounding it toward Tony.]

[Tony starts an arch to avoid the bludger, the broom wobbling roughly as the budlger hits the bristles.]

Woah, okay, time to stop playing around.

[Tony get's his arch up back under control and starts to just head straight up.]

[Thor snorts with indignance at that shot. He's proud it even managed to hit, but it's not nearly satisfying enough to relieve any of his anger.

He hunches, shooting up and after Tony with his bat held out in the air. He flies around Tony in wide circles, waiting for the bludger to reappear and taking a moment to calculate before faking a shot at it. After that? He'll actually hit it.]

[When Tony catches a glimpse of Thor's fake shot, Tony pulls the broom back far enough to stall it and start dropping back down to earth with increasing speed. Watching Thor as he gets further away.]

[Tony that is a terribly cruel trick to play. If only because Thor falls for it hook, line and sinker.

He's as bored and straight faced as he seems to have been ever since Usagi announced her departure. That is until he begins to realise the fact that Tony isn't slowing down.]

What are you doing, Stark? [He calls out, giving him an incredulous stare before flattening down and zooming after him, tucking his bat under his arm and stretching out a hand.]

Just plummeting out of the air, why?

[Tony grabs for his hand, then gives a smirk.]

Not looking forward to cleaning up my mess, huh?

You are a fool.
[He lets out an impatient huff but he seems somewhat relieved. He pulls Tony and his broom upright and waiting until he's steady before letting go.]

If I were to take you to the Hospital Wing I imagine they would be quite suspicious.

[Tony just smirks at him as he easily gets steady on his broom.]

Well it's you. You and your thunder paws probably wouldn't have anyone surprised.

[Smirks more.]

But hey, I'm touched you dove right on down after me. It's you know, sweet.

[Thor grits his teeth and hunches a little against his broom. It takes a lot of personal strength not to pull his bat out from under his arm and thwap Stark over the head with it.]

This is not at all as cathartic as I thought it would be. [He grumbles.]

I merely wanted to test my skill.

What? You're saying you're not having fun, yet?

[He grins at him.]

But hey, you're testing it out, come on, you nearly knocked me off my broom and all.

We have very different ideas of fun.

[He's going to start descending a little more, having lost interest in vague attempts to physically injure Stark.]

I am disheartened by the fact that I did not kill you.

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