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The inner frown that formed when he missed his spot in the showers was not conveyed to the outside world, fortunately. Well, shit, Cody thought to himself, idly picking up and putting down random equipment of his in an effort to tidy up the area that he had staked out for himself on the bench. He could have really used that shower early, when the building still had some damned hot water left in it. Still, if he had been too slow on the uptake, he supposed that was his own damned fault. Whatever.

As he stooped over to take care of his jersey, shorts and other articles of clothing that could use a good folding for storage (before bringing them home, washing them and folding them again), Cody was interrupted in his noticing Mike Eastmund coming through the door. Christ, it was about time. He had been in this locker room long enough to... well, not really do anything, but Ethan had enough time to fall asleep, so that was long enough. Mike commented on his own being late though, so at least he was aware of it.

"Yeah, shit man, what took you so long?" Cody said with a laugh. Eastmund was one of the juniors, so the chance was better than not that he was still going to be there when the class of '12 took the reins. "Fucking the entire squa... cheerleading-..." Cody groaned as he realized he had fucked up the line to a perfectly good joke. "Fuck, forget it. Welcome back, we almost missed you!"
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