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mekachu04
Whiffs and Mulligans | Chapter 3
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Kidd & Killer met in 7th grade shop class. Two outsiders with nothing in common other than having no friends. Both new to the school, Kidd too young, Killer too old.
Maybe not friends, but its nice to have one class where not everyone actively tries to disclude you.
Chapters will likely be short, a class by class look as the two move though the school year.
no golf in this story outside the title. A mulligan is a free shot sometimes given a golfer in friendly play when the last shot was poorly played, and a whiff is when a golfer swings and miss the ball entirely.
Kidd is actually in the 6th grade, Killer in 8th. But they've both been given special permission to take shop.
- Eustass "Captain" Kidd & "Massacre Soldier" Killer
Tags & Warnings
Kid!Kidd
Teen!Killer
tages added as themes explored
Homophobic Language
Kidd's secretly pretty smart
Chapter 3
Halfway through the term, and Kidd was doing good - but not as well as he thought he should be. He had a 4.0 in the rest of his classes, but he hadn't yet topped the board for shop class. His works were more creative than anyone else's, and more complex... but he just couldn't seem to get the coveted perfect marks.
And then the weirdo he'd been stuck with did something no one saw coming. He still had his hat on - it started on, everyday, until roll call, and it went back on the second they were dismissed. Admittedly, Kidd was curious if he did that for every class, or if he'd actually managed to get a teacher or two to let him keep wearing it. But he also had something in his hands, twisting them nervously under the desk as Kidd took his seat next to him.
And then, Keillan MacFergus said his first words to Kidd Eustass, after half a term of sitting only a foot or two from him. "These are smaller than the class gloves. They should fit you better." and then set a pair of well worn and broken in leather work gloves at Kidd's elbow. He never looked over, still staring at the table in front of them.
They were just as thick as the class gloves, but much smaller, and Kidd understood the phrase 'fit like a glove' for the first time when he hesitantly tried them on. He looked at his seat partner in confusion.
Keillan didn't look back, seeming to slouch once he felt Kidd's gaze on him, "should make it easier to hold the tools, give you better control."
And they did. Kidd turned in his cleanest piece. Got his first perfect score. The teacher had looked over his gloves and approved them, "glad to see you taking initiative to get your own pair."
Kidd couldn't help but notice that Keillan still used the class gloves.
His classmates even oohed over his new gloves, complimenting them. Saying how expensive they musta been.
When the bell rang, Kidd asked Keillan to wait, he wanted to talk to him. Saw him flinch when his classmates snickered, when one of them was leaning into Kidd's space, and warned him about being alone with the boy - he was so poor, he might try to steal Kidd's gloves. He's so gay he might try to assault him.
Kidd wasn't impressed with either variation, and lost any chance of making a friend with those boys when he sneered at them in disgust instead of Keillan.
"You'll have to talk fast," Keillan said finally, coiling his braid back up to put on his hat, "Before the teacher leaves. I'm not supposta be alone with any other kids."
Which was a weird ass statement if Kidd ever heard one.
"What's the deal with the gloves" Kidd settled for, even though he had a million other questions he'd rather ask.
He could tell by the way Keillan's hat moved he was looking at Kidd, before, "they don't fit me no more, and I saw the class gloves were too big. You can throw them away if you don't want them."
And then Keillan hurried to leave, and Kidd saw the calculating look on the teacher's face as Keillan shuffled past him.
Kidd kept the gloves.
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