the foxes as things i have heard in public school

dan wilds: it’s okay, i will hold your hand. my ugly ass child.

kevin day: so do you want me to like… care?

andrew minyard: what? there is no wikihow for how to start smoking for the aesthetic?

matt boyd: these biceps are filled with respect women juice

aaron minyard: i don’t need you to kill me, i can kill myself just fine

allison reynolds: i am rich. i get what i want. here, here’s a 20. that’s more than you’ve had your entire life.

nicky hemmick: hey, i heard you’re lookin for someone. i got a cousin. fat ass and all.

renee walker: go to church on sunday. kill people on monday.

neil josten: [in a moving bus] is it possible for me to jump out of this window and flee?

BONUS TROJANS

jeremy knox: i am good. my nipples are gonna stay soft and squishy.

jean moreau: [in a harsh whisper, jogging through a crowd] MOVE bitches, i need to perform

sara alvarez: if you find my lip ring in your hot cheetos, can you give it back?

laila dermott: she’s a lesbian, it doesn’t matter

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yesterday (was hard on all of us) - alaseux - All For the Game - Nora Sakavic [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The Foxes are the most successful, most dangerous team of agents in the FBI, with a record number of arrests set well above the norm. When a witness tattles on Riko Moriyama’s current violent pastimes, they jet off to an almost nonexistent state to bust up his mini-gang and rescue Jean Moreau from certain death at the hands of his captor. The team is on the clock, and Neil knows better than anyone that if Riko finds out that they’re on his tail, he’ll be in the wind and Jean will be gone forever.

But then Riko offers the Foxes a deal.

(read on ao3)

wHaT dOeS tHe FoX sAy?

“You know, I get it,” Neil said. “Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you’re worth a damn off the court—yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time.” […] “I know it’s not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you’re physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don’t think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone.”

in The Foxhole Court, Neil’s process of suiting up for practice is described particularly thoroughly, including such details as the fit of the neck guard and the extra gloves under the arm guards. but Nora never mentions Neil putting on an athletic cup. in this essay I will

  • Neil: [taps racket]
  • Andrew: [taps racket in response]
  • Nicky: Stop that.
  • Neil: Stop what?
  • Nicky: You’re talking about me in morse code.
  • Andrew: Yes, that’s what we’re doing. In our very limited free time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
  • [later]
  • Andrew, to Renee: That's exactly what we did.