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as a person who hates being called short but uses their height(or lack therof) to their advantage when it suits them, i fucking stan logan tremblay.
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Leo snippet
Just a little snippet with Leo and Pascal in the gym.
Rating: General audience, no ship even if squinting. Reference to an F-bomb.
General description: Leo looks up how to walk on slippery pavement. Pascal takes pity on a rookie.
Cast: Leo Knut, Pascal Dumais Thanks to @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @lumosinlove for sharing their sandbox.
-- “Grip with your toes, grip with your toes, yeah, yeah…”, Leo grumbled, hunched over his cellphone in the team gym. The tips of his ears were still burning red from the ribbing he’d received earlier from Cap when Finn and Remus (the traitors) showed him the video of his first attempt at walking on the frosty path out of their building. Cap had had the same response as Remus and Finn, complete with silly little dance.
On the one hand, Leo was embarrassed that the video existed, and that it would definitely be shared around the locker room not just today but for as long as he was on the Lions. On the other hand, it was fairly mild in terms of rookie initiation, and it was definitely warmed his heart that the teasing was so good-natured. He really felt welcomed by the team, and was relieved that Cap was much more approachable in person than his media persona indicated. Leo had heard a couple of whispers about Sirius having been a Capsicle during his first couple of seasons, and so was really pleased that he himself wasn’t being frozen out until he had proven his worth. The locker room generally exuded an air of friendliness and Leo gave thanks once again that he’d been drafted by the Lions instead of say, the Snakes, whose locker room morale was rumoured to be among the worst in professional sports.
“How to walk on frosty pavements”, he googled, opening up the WikiHow article. He scanned quickly through the article. “Candle wax? Seriously?”
A nearby snort had him raising his head from the screen. He had missed his teammates starting to filter in.
Pascal moved in beside him, throwing his arms over his shoulders. “Ah Nutty, no. Don’t bother with that, Kunzy can tell you that it will just F- up your trainers. Come to my place tonight, we will have a team movie night, you will learn to grip with your toes.”
Pots picks up the call, bellowing out to the now full gym, “Movie night at the Dumais house. Rookies bring popcorn!”