[ Of course Fabian has a varsity jacket. Krouse can practically see it now, owlbear emblazoning and all, Fabian in a crowd of similarly attired teenage boys. Maybe it's enchanted to make the owlbear rear up triumphantly on command, like a holographic sticker.
It's not an image that comes with as much scorn as it could, partly because he's also picturing the hat as part of it.
But then Fabian is coming in for the handshake, and he has to switch tacks. It's not completely out of left field. This is the kind of thing he had to expect when establishing diplomatic overtures with a jock.
What catches him off-guard is that it reminds him of the equally stupid handshake he and Luke came up with as a joke. A joke that stuck around, to his chagrin, but never quite embarrassing enough to quit it on purpose. It just stopped, eventually.
He tries to go with it, following along with Fabian's moves as best he can, his smile tilting in odd bittersweetness. ]
Maybe you can get someone to make you a new one? For the new team you're coming up with.
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It's not an image that comes with as much scorn as it could, partly because he's also picturing the hat as part of it.
But then Fabian is coming in for the handshake, and he has to switch tacks. It's not completely out of left field. This is the kind of thing he had to expect when establishing diplomatic overtures with a jock.
What catches him off-guard is that it reminds him of the equally stupid handshake he and Luke came up with as a joke. A joke that stuck around, to his chagrin, but never quite embarrassing enough to quit it on purpose. It just stopped, eventually.
He tries to go with it, following along with Fabian's moves as best he can, his smile tilting in odd bittersweetness. ]
Maybe you can get someone to make you a new one? For the new team you're coming up with.