"Ooft-" Raleigh exclaims, plopping down in the grass and reaching for the bottle of water Yancy had thought to throw at him earlier. It's a ten minute break before they finish the game they'd been invited to join and Raleigh is glad for it.

Not that, you know, he's tired or anything, but it's hot and they've been hauling ass so it's not strange to want to sit down for a minute or two, wipe the sweat out of his eyes and catch his breath.

He likes Soccer well enough but never played much having taken to swimming and hockey, but sport is sport and enjoys being physical so who is he to say no?

"Hey-" He asks in the general vicinity if anyone is listening to Raleigh as he wipes his forehead with the shirt he'd seen fit to peel off. "Do we have any more of those oranges?"