[@Stylobilly][@Wayward]

[color=cyan]“Well, considering the Struggle tournament is happening soon,”[/color] Jacob points out, taking a bite out of a piece of sausage. [color=cyan]“Perhaps we should go ahead and see what’s going on at the Sandlot? See what the competition is shaping up to look like,”[/color] he throws the idea out there, shrugging. [color=cyan]“Do you perhaps have an idea what you want to-“[/color]

At that moment, the sound of three knocks rang out from the front door. [color=cyan]“Hold that thought,”[/color] Jacob says to Julie, as he approaches the front door. Taking a quick look through the peephole, the familiar figure of Zack stands before their door. Backing off, he proceeds to open the door. [color=cyan]“Yo, morning Zack,”[/color] he greets him. [color=cyan]“Come on in, me and Juls are just about finished having a quick breakfast. You’re free to have any thing that’s left, if you haven’t eaten already.”[/color]