Ah, that smile was a lot less scary. She felt herself begin to rela, but only ever so slightly. She still didn’t trust him all that much to let her guard down completely, and she knew that she wasn’t going to trust him any time soon. He still looked kind of creepy to her.
When he told her that he’d been kicked off the team, she couldn’t help but smirk. Of course — he looked like the type to be kicked off a team. If he acted anything like how she assumed he did, then she was surprised he was even allowed on the team in the first place. She was even tempted to ask what the reasons he got kicked off the team were, but she vaguely remembered something her mum had told her about privacy and strangers, and decided to keep her mouth shut.
"Where’d you play?" she asked as she continued to toss the ball. "I mean, what position? Left-back, centre-mid… striker?"
"Striker. Back at my school in the States is where I play." Blade’s grin widened at her smirk. There was something amusing about it, and he found it interesting that he knew that amusement was found in the fact that she had sized him up pretty well. By the way she carried herself, the way she looked at him, it wasn’t difficult for a seasoned grifter to tell that she’d pegged him as someone dangerous. How dangerous, Blade didn’t quite know, but the fact she continued to engage him made it interesting, so he engaged back.
"I’m best on the attack. So I played striker. Not to sound arrogant or whatever, but I’m pretty agile and aware of my surroundings. On the field, it helps to have a striker who can peel back defenders and pave a path to the goal," Blade tilted his head to flick his bangs out of his face, pressing forward a bit of ego to see just how the girl would deal with it, "And to tell you the truth, I’m not really off off the team…just suspended for a bit. Like I said…I’m best on the attack.”
He was out to have a nice walk, enjoy the scenery while he had the free time. Wasting his time with a bunch of kids didn’t actually seem too bad either, so he lifted a curious grin to her, “You know, if you’re playing and need another man…”
Jodie wasn’t that surprised when he told her that he was a striker. He looked like the aggressive type — not aggressive as in ‘you come near my goal and I’ll kill you’, but more like ‘I will smash your goal to pieces and there’s nothing you can do about it’ kind of aggressive. Although… he was American, so she wasn’t exactly sure how aggressive strikers were there in comparison with the British ones.
And then the ego came out. She merely raised an eyebrow at it — she was used to worse from the people she was friends with, not to mention that she had a bit of a large ego herself. “What, you’re the kind of striker to go in for hard tackles and get loads of red card, then?” she asked, smirking slightly before spinning the ball on her finger.
"You can join us. They won’t have a problem. As long as you don’t boot the ball at anyone’s head, it’s all good." She grinned at him.