Language Barriers [Brazil]

A certain Brazilian boy was leaning against the outer wall of the school’s gym, hands in his pockets and gaze wandering lazily without really focusing on anything it happened across. Everything around him João'd already seen a dozen times, and he was in desperate need of something to do. He was quite visibly bored, needing to rock back and forth and hum to himself as if to trick himself into thinking he was doing at least something. The sand around his feet was ridden with scribbles of various kinds he’d made during his fifty-minute wait, and a couple of empty water bottles lay next to his feet, their contents having long ago been emptied on either the boy’s head or his throat in an attempt to keep himself pumped for the exercise to come.

He had suggested Afonso - a kid from Portugal who seemed to share lot of his interests and likes - that they’d meet by the gym today, for some light workout before they’d hit the waves on the beach. It had been a while since he’d worked out, and although he highly disliked hard work, he didn’t mind practise all that much. He did need to be fit to look good and to be able to withstand the waves, after all, so it wasn’t like a minute of it went to waste. That, and exercising was actually fun, especially now that he had a partner.

Or, well, would have had, if the guy had shown. Full of unused energy, João pushed himself away from the wall, paced back and forth for a while like he’d done at least a dozen times that day by now, and then flicked open his cell once more to check the time. It was almost an hour past now. Hour thrown to waste.

“Eita! I knew arriving early on would only make me wait,” the boy sighed, rustling his hair and pocketing the device once more. Really, this was the first time in months he was actually on time somewhere, and this is what happened. This was exactly why he preferred to arrive fashionably late at all times; he never had to wait. Everything fun had always just started when he came. Maybe he should call Afonso and ask what was up? Come to think of it, shouldn’t that have been what he’d ought to have done about fifty minutes ago? He figured yes, but that’d be so much work...

Just then, as if on command, the right pocket of João's shorts started to vibrate, and the teen instantly rushed to stick his hand back in and fish for the cell for what was hopefully the last time that day. He pulled it out and instantly answered, eyes shining with newfound hope.

“Alô?”

"Ei, moço. Where are you, exactly?"

Afonso was quick and to the point. Unfortunately João couldn’t manage to be either.

“Puxa! I should ask that from you, meu amigo!” He exclaimed, surprised but not really frustrated or impatient - neither was too commonplace an emotion for him anyway. “Tudo jóia? I’ve been waiting for you at the gym for over an hour. Did you forget? Aaa, it’s okay if you did, but mano, you need to inform me next time! I already used up most my water too, I think we need to buy some more before practise. Aí, anyway, so where are you?”

As João waited for an answer, he started to ponder whether or not he ever actually mentioned anything about morning practise to the other, or if that was just something he made up on his own when he woke that morning?

Well, he sure hoped it was the former. He only had one water bottle too.

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(OOC: omg sorry this took so long and aaaaa)