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Sakurasou’s comments from the Addermire Institute (Semi-Advanced) group.

Jinsoo raised an eyebrow in mild bewilderment, his blue-grey gaze trained fixedly on Abner, even when the man looked away. "... You don't have to. Buying lunch for me is a lot more expensive than me showing you around a market," he pointed out, though did not outright refuse the offer, which technically said a lot, considering his usual tendency to avoid all and any social events with others (excluding his friend Carly, that is).
"... you already thanked me," he added quietly.

"I didn't need to, we've never had this conversation before," Jinsoo said, a bit defensively, as if embarrassed to be called out and teased on complimenting Carly. He didn't usually give compliments. He'd mostly been blurting out whatever came to his mind thus far. But, he had meant it. He looked at her thoughtfully when she mentioned whom she listened to. "Why? What if my words aren't good advice?" He challenged.

Abner was making progress, for he was at least able to look at Jinsoo properly now. Jinsoo, on the contrary, was still steadily averting Abner's eyes, staring at the wall at the other end of the store. He seemed to be pretty tense and on edge; he wasn't accustomed to talking with others if it weren't obvious enough. He had one friend he spoke to and that was all. Talking to other was a new barrier for him. When Abner spoke, however, his curiosity surpassed his nervousness, for he was able to peek over at Abner, raising a brow. "No, why?"

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Em fumbles but luckily manages to catch the bottle, holding it tightly. "Thanks..," he conveys, smiling slightly at Carson. He unscrews the bottle cap and gratefully takes a sip, keeping it with him once done. He looks back at Carson now, his gaze curious. "Do you always stay here this late?" He questioned.

"I already know I'm smart," Jinsoo pointed out gingerly, the conceit jumping out. "I meant to say I don't think my grades are impressive enough to make that. And not in the same way that you are," he went on to explain. "... the only person who's view I consider is yours. So that's only true in your case."

Jinsoo was still avoiding Abner's eyes, though it was the same in both cases, for Abner wasn't looking directly at Jinsoo either. Normally, Jinsoo would've said something along the lines of "I didn't ask" when he received words like Abner's, since he really hadn't asked for Abner's name, but instead, he found himself saying; "... I'm Jinsoo." He stopped there, but still, for Jinsoo's usual standards, that was peculiarly 'nice'.

Em smiled wider when Carson confirmed his acceptance into the team.
"I'm Emerson. You can just call me Em though, if you'd like. Everyone else does. It's nice to meet you, uh," Em hesitated, considering how best to address him, since he was a teacher at Addermire and his coach. "Coach Carter?" He tried, looking at Carson apprehensively to catch his reception of it.

".. I think you're more impressive. You actually work hard for those grades and put in effort, unlike me. Plus you have a reason to get good grades," Jinsoo remarked. "I wouldn't call it impressive for me. I just remember information well, that's all, not really smart. You, on the other hand, are actually smart."

Jinsoo didn't look back while he walked, hence why he didn't notice the tint of red on Abner's cheeks. Probably a good thing for Abner, since he would have likely inquired on it had he noticed. Eventually he walked up to a second shop and waved Abner inside, hovering awkwardly by the door. He wasn't really sure what to do now. He'd helped him get everything on his list, so he didn't really have any reason to still be there. Abner had found his way inside on his own, Jinsoo was sure he could do the same with finding his way out. But just turning and leaving simply quite rude, even for Jinsoo. So he stayed leaning against the wall, avoiding Abner's gaze.

Em listened closely to what Carson had to say, and before Carson had even finished speaking, started smiling widely. Grinning, even. He knew, of course, 15 seconds for the size of their track wasn't anything impressive but he was happy to know he at least had what it took to make it into the track team. That he had at least had potential as Carson had mentioned.
He beamed at Carson when he'd paused to await his reply. "I'm willing," he confirmed eagerly, then continued on to add -to appear more respectful- , "Please allow me to be part of the team."

"Not as much as you," Jinsoo countered. He raised a brow at Carly when she mentioned how she felt about the conversation and then simply shrugged. She wasn't wrong he supposed. Though he hadn't minded, Perhaps because he didn't have as much conversations with people as she did.
"I don't usually study. I review sometimes and do assignments and homework. That's it," he explained. He made a puzzled face at her. "Why are you so surprised? Your grades are good, too."

Jinsoo had waited silently by the entrance as Abner had grabbed what he needed. As he returned, Jinsoo met Abner's confused gaze with a curious one of his own. He considered his question for a moment before he merely shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows, I'm wondering the same thing." He peeled himself off the wall and glanced at the bags in Abner's hands. "Done? Let's go, then," he said and turned to head back into the passage, leading the way to one last shop that Abner would need to visit to get the remainder of things on his list.

Jinsoo was quiet as he thought before speaking again. "I think you could do it. I know you don't want to hurt people, but I think if the situation really called for it, you'd be able to sacrifice some stuff to protect the people you care about." He gave a light shrug. "You seem like you'd be fierce about protecting people important to you." He paused when she directed a question towards him, raising a single eyebrow. "... I'm good at everything," he said matter-of-factly, not in a bragging manner, for truthfully he didn't see it as much of an achievement himself, but as if that were really the actual answer.

Jinsoo had ignored Abner's protests while he'd lead the way to the store with Abner's paper in hand, though in the end, he didn't need to explain, since Abner seemed to understand instantly upon entering the shop. He nodded when Abner thanked him and motioned for him to grab what he needed, meanwhile, he leaned against the entrance, waiting for him to finish up patiently. There was another shop he would have to visit if he wanted to get everything on the list, so Jinsoo decided he would lead him there afterwards. He wasn't sure why he was helping Abner, but it didn't feel bad to him, so he continued anyways.

Em nodded in understanding when Carson explain what his try out consisted of. He could do that, it was easy enough. He wasn't confident he'd be a fast runner, but Carson had said there was some potential to him, so he would hope it was true. As Carson went on to explain track team activities, Em admittedly felt a little worried about it, for it meant that if he were to mess up during his run, he would slow down the player waiting for him, and thus slow down the whole team. That thought put some stress on him. But for now, he tried to focus on the run. He glanced at Carson to imply that he was ready, and when Carson seemed ready as well, positioned himself at the first pole before breaking into a run. He dashed across the field as swiftly as his legs could carry him between quick breaths and soon, reached the second pole, coming to a halt and panting to catch his breath. He was happy he hadn't tripped at any point in time.
He hastily looked back to see what Carson's reaction was.

Jinsoo didn't reply, instead, he stared at the piece of paper in Abner's hand. Without a word, he reached out and snatched it out of his hand, reading through it silently. Then, he turned and suddenly started walking down the shopping district again, away from the shop he'd just been at and looking through. He took a turn ahead and walked to one shop at the end of the path, stepping inside before finally turning around to face Abner again, assuming he'd followed him. The shop they were at clearly held many of the times listed on Abner's grocery list. Jinsoo wordlessly pointed him inside.

"That sounds nice. You'd make a good leader," Jinsoo agreed, leaning back and closing his eyes. He had no doubt that Carly could actually change the world. He always thought she was capable if she chose a path becoming of such a goal. And she had. He believed in her.
He opened his eyes to glance at her when she asked him about his future again, looking thoughtful. "Nope. Not a clue," he responded truthfully.

'That would be ideal, thanks," Em answered, placing his palms together as a gesture of thanks. He then stood up, looking out towards the field. His nerves were starting to kick in, but Carson had given him enough motivation so that he could push them away and try out anyways. "So I just run there?" He asked, pointing to the field inquiringly and raising a brow at the simplicity of the try out. He'd always imagined sports to be considerably difficult, but the task at hand seemed fairly simple.

Jinsoo had actually noticed Abner almost right away since entering the shopping district, mainly because the other didn't exactly try to hide the fact that he had little idea where he was going. Jinsoo had counted at least five times where they'd passed each other and he'd looked completely lost. Regardless of this observation, Jinsoo hadn't been planning on helping him. He'd planned on finishing up his shopping and leaving right away. Unfortunately that plan was disrupted when the guy in question walked right into him. Jinsoo hadn't been paying attention to anything besides his errands, hence why he hadn't noticed him approaching. He spun around, his eyes instantly narrowing on the unfamiliar person. "You're the one that bumped into me, not the other way around, so you watch where you're going," he retorted unkindly. He took a proper look at him now, then glanced at the paper, and determined he shouldn't be too harsh on the guy for he really was lost. He stared at him silently for a moment, before, surprising as it was, charily making the implication that he was willing to help.
"... do you even have any idea where you're going?"