"Hmmmm." Yanagi and Sanada rubbed against each other, the soft cloth of their Rikkai jersey's making a faint slightly zippery sound, or maybe faintly snake-like rustling. ( ...mwuhah- dammit Yuki's not evil enough. )
It isn't unusual, on a boring day when practices have stretched long and all of them are tired, achy, and just a bit cranky, to find Niou standing around looking to get into trouble. ( B/c the puppets are love? )