16 Chapter two, 2016, buddying emotions: 3 (1/2)

”Pretty good for a geek, ha.” A bunch of students were entering the locker room, and the comment had come from the door opening.

'What's with them?' Ulf looked at Yukio in search for a clue.

”Because you're an idiot.” Yukio handed over the plastic bottle with shampoo together with his verbal assessment. ”Towel.”

Ulf exchanged bottle for towel, and then they left their locker room. Two more classes, and it would be club hours. If they had had a club that was.

”My lack of brains. What about it?” he asked as they climbed the left wing stairs to the third floor.

”Those were 3:1,” Yukio answered as if it explained everything.

”So?”

”They're in the right wing.”

”And?”

”For being so damned old and smart you're really a moron sometimes.” Yukio looked slightly disgusted. ”Old geezer, you act on experience when you should be thinking.”

Ulf blushed slightly. This wasn't the first time they had this discussion. One of the advantages with being older was that you had a vast pool of experience to use. The main disadvantage with being older was that you usually used that pool automatically.

”Right wing, so?”

”Their windows face the soccer field. You know, where we played during lunch break when 3:1 was filled with a full two classes worth of students?”

'Oh, crap!' Ulf could see where this was going.

”You know, when you displayed those amazing athletic skills of yours. Those that you share with every other average member of geek squad.”

”I'm no good at football,” Ulf countered.

”It's soccer over here, not football.”

”Played with your feet, hence football. UEFA, FIFA, notice the lack of an 'S' there?”

”Football is another sports. It's...”

”Played with your hands. I know. Yanks aren't known for their brains to begin with. Had to be an idiot from the states to mistake handball for football.”