"C'mon, Blaire," said Prosper. "Just one more time, I promise."

Blaire crossed her arms and shook her head stubbornly at him. She'd been humiliated enough by this stupid "lesson" that he'd insisted on having.

"Fine. How about a deal? You try again, and I'll tell you where  I got this scar." Prosper said, pointing to his eyebrow and holding out the soccer ball with his other hand. Blaire bit her lip. She was sick of looking like an idiot...but she really wanted to know where that scar came from. She had asked him a million times already, but he would just grin at her and change the subject. She huffed irritably and blew her bangs out of her face.

"You'll really tell me?" She asked finally.

"No... but I'll give you a clue." He said, smirking at her in that infuriating way of his.

"Should've known." She muttered to herself. She sighed when she saw him still smirking at her, but they both knew she would give in, just as they both knew that Prosper's "clue" would probably be vague and tell nothing about his scar, as always.

"One more time." She said firmly. Prosper just smiled wider and threw the ball to her. She bounced it in her hand a couple times before tossing it up in the air and trying to juggle...again.

Once. Twice. Three times! Blaire tried to keep her excitement from showing so that she wouldn't give Prosper another reason to tease her, but her smile soon grew to be a full out grin.

Four times. Five times. She looked at Prosper triumphantly, as if to say, I told you so! (even though she hadn't, but you'd never catch her admitting that). She got more confident, adding a bit of flair to her steps now, and it was a good thing she wasn't looking at Prosper, because she would have seen him biting his lip and struggling to hold in his laughter.

Six times. Seven times. She hit the ball a little too hard the last time, and stepped back to knee it again, but her heel hit something slippery. She flailed her arms, trying to regain her balance, but despite her efforts, she fell straight on her back on the damp grass, lying there with a still-shocked look on her face and her mouth open.

Prosper just looked at her. She looked at Prosper. She saw his lips twitching up at the corners and sent him a glare, snapping her mouth shut as she did so. However, this proved only to encourage him, and Blaire knew that in a second or two, maybe even less, he'd have his goofy grin back on his face.

"Don't. You. Dare." She said, giving him her best glare, the one that Prosper told her he was afraid of, and gritting her teeth.

Unfortunately, her glare failed her, and when she looked up next, Prosper was doubled over, hands on knees, full out laughing. She decided drastic action needed to be taken. She gingerly picked herself up off the ground and then, ball in hand, started to advance on Prosper. Realizing what was going to happen, he straightened up, and, still laughing, attempted to choke out an apology.

"No, I'm sorry, really!" He said, "Really! It was just... your face..." This memory, of course, provoked him into further merriment and only made her more determined not to miss when she threw the ball at him this time.

She missed anyway.

He finally started to calm down, and tried to keep his laughter under control, although he was still chuckling at random times.

"Now I'm even colder." She grumbled, feeling her now-wet shirt stick to her back.

"That's why I always come prepared." He told her, taking off his long gray coat and handing it to her. She snuggled into it, though it was a little big on her- she had to push back the sleeves so her hands were free.

"Why do you always wear this coat?" She asked, wondering not for the first time.

"What, you don't like it?" He asked, feigning hurt.

"No, I do!" She assured him (she did, actually- it was very comfy, and Prosper was almost never seen without it, so she tended to use it a lot). "It's just, I know you have other coats. Why always this one?"

"It's my trademark." He told her, grinning.

"You said the same thing about your necklaces." She pointed out.

"Them too." He replied, the grin still plastered on his face. When Blaire had first met him, it was one of the first things she had noticed about him, his big smile. She had wondered if it was even possible for him to frown. She just sighed and started walking back to the apartment that Prosper shared with Gabe only a few blocks away. He came up beside her and hooked his pinky through hers as they walked... another quirk of his, although Blaire wasn't complaining.

"You're making me hot chocolate when we get home." She told him, swinging their hands a few times as they walked. He just grinned at her, and for good measure, added vaguely, "By the way, here's your clue."

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "It was from something sharp."