#thread:kit01

[rhiannonfalla]

kitkallberg​:

Now listen, Kit wouldn’t consider himself straight-laced by any means but he wasn’t positive Coach would be cool with he and Rhia peeping at the file. The document was hidden in the folder for a reason, right? Though seeing Rhia with her hand stretched out, Kit couldn’t find it in himself to bumble through an explanation of why they shouldn’t snoop because of morals and privacy or whatever, so he plainly handed the file over. “Okay, but if it’s anything bad or embarrassing, don’t tell me. I have to see Coach like four times a week and I don’t know if I can handle not being able to look into his eyes.” Lying gave Kit stomachaches and secrets kept him up at night. It was a whole thing. Pressure built at the base of Kit’s throat when Rhia brushed the back of his hand. He wasn’t sure why, it wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with affection. Though instead of dwell on it, he decided to focus on Rhia’s words instead. “Thanks, Rhi… That means a lot. It’s not been too great, you know–” Because of the girlfriend that’s been ignoring him and everything. “–but I’m hanging in there. Trying to do more fun stuff.” He shrugged a shoulder, offering a partial curve of his lips. “So, uh, if you know of any cool things happening around campus that’s open invite, feel free to shoot me a text. I’m lookin’ to get out more. Try new things.”

She waited patiently, expecting Kit to hand over the file even as he mulled through the idea to himself. Sometimes people just needed a good push, and Rhia delighted in nothing more than to be relentless force behind some personal breakthrough. “Thank you,” she cheesed, pulling the papers to her chest with an exaggerated tilt of her head. Her fingers flicked the band of the file folder off, greedily plucking from papers from their concealment. “Don’t be silly, Kit. We’ve modernized. There’s a lot more efficient ways to sext besides sending a student to hand deliver eight by eleven printouts of your junk. The miracle of technology,” she cooed, half-curious to see if her directness would fluster him.

Lo and behold, Rhia pulled out several scans of student’s IDs, schedules, and physical builds. In the corner of the packet, a yellow sticky note thanked Coach Nureyev for taking on his student referrals. Apparently the two were discussing ballet recruitment as a form of lacrosse training, though the likelihood of its success wasn’t apparent. Rhia began to shuffle through the papers, taking in the various faces and statistics of the students. “Are these your teammates?” Rhia asked. “Why does this feel so personal?”

Halfway through the stack, Rhia stumbled upon Kit’s photo ID, and she laughed, her hand going to her mouth as if astounded to see him in the pile of other student athletes. “Oh my God, Kit, you’re in here,” she enthused, lifting the photo to hover beside his face, as if to spot the differences between ink Kit and person Kit. Her mouth fell open, eyes sparkling with intrigue. “You should totally take a few lessons! I’m telling you, it will make you too loosey goosey to stress over all this other stuff. Dancing is good for the body and soul,” Rhiannon rambled, speeding through her words so fast any articulate speaker would trip over.

As the file slowly fell to her side, she smiled congenially as Kit thanked her, Rhia as touched by his kindness as ever. She couldn’t claim to know him well, but she was around him enough to know he had a good heart. But who was she to comfort him? They were acquaintances at best, and as much as Rhia would have liked to have been there for him, surely there were better-suited people to offer their support. She wondered if Kit was aware how radiant and admirable his strength was, even in the face of Greer’s cruelty, he remained good. There was a part of Rhia - a part that perhaps was over-sentimental about humanity - that loved Kit from afar for his perseverance.

Now that his moment of glory passed with Greer’s inconsiderate notion of a breakup, she knew she could give Kit what he was asking for. A fun time, new experiences, distractions from the ache of what he was being put through. It was a two-sided coin; Rhia was well-aware introducing Kit to her crowd, her scene would be exposing him to less-than-legal activities. She was uncertain she could live with being that person to him. “We’ll go out sometime,” Rhia mused after a long moment. “I promise to take care of you.” She wasn’t unaccustomed to looking after friends that’d accidentally overdone it during one of their emotional benders. “In return,” she added on, slipping in her condition as if it could go unnoticed. “You should really come to one of our practices, see if you like it. I’ll convince the professors to let me be your partner and everything,” she pleaded, bouncing in position in anticipation for his answer.

[rhiannonfalla]

kitkallberg·:

Kit didn’t know how ballet class worked but he had a feeling leaving just because you wanted to wasn’t exactly customary. “Oh, uh, okay–” He said regardless, trying to keep up with Rhia as her fingers slipped through the spaces of his and led him out. He gave a brief glance to their locked fingers as they left the studio, on their hunt for the dance instructor in question. Hearing the words ‘private goat yoga lessons’, Kit’s brows twisted and he looked at Rhia. “That’s a thing? Whoa–” He narrowly moved out of someone’s way as the dancer dragged him along. At her question, he looked at the file in his other hand. “Oh this? I don’t know, really. I didn’t wanna snoop. But Coach said they had to get to Miss Nureyev. Could be registrations for something or results I’m guessing.” For someone who kept up with a good amount of cardio, Kit was feeling a little out of breath right now. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was pretty much putting Rhia in charge of where they were going or the feeling of someone holding his hand. It was probably a bit of both. “How was, uh, your dance class? Sorry if I made you leave early or anything,” Kit said, trying to distract himself from his breathlessness and the feeling of their clasped hands.

Rhia wagged a finger at Kit, voicing a warning syllable as she looked back at him with a stern look. “They are very exclusive,” Rhia explained, shaking her head and focusing on her destination again. She was determined to get an invitation to goat yoga now that she wasn’t a first year. She mindlessly listened to Kit’s answer, always one to have trouble maintaining focus on mundane conversations not about her. She halted in her tracks, slowly turning to reveal a mischievous grin. “That’s it. We’re snooping,” Rhia demanded, reaching out her palm and curling it to gesture for the file. She noticed the expression on his face then, the tension laying just beneath his surface, the polite rambling of a nervy boy. “Don’t worry, pre-season training isn’t mandatory.” Only highly encouraged. “They’ll be okay without me for now,” she mused, obviously amused by his concern. She brushed the back of his hand, tilting her head to display a gentle pout. “How have you been? I know…” she trailed off, unsure how to comfort him beyond a reassuring touch. “I just hope you know I’m here for you. I know it’s not much, but I’m sure everything is okay.”