GAY OR EUROPEAN? ;; o, soccer?

[Kian.]

ϟ Although unlikely to mention it, Kian had a royal upbringing.  His mother and father loved him, and his siblings very much, and raised them to be princes.  He was given a lot of free reign as a child, free to choose what he wanted to do, what and when he wanted to learn.  While his more studious older brother buried his nose in a book, Kian learned how to had fun.  Consequently, he was far more 'street smart' than 'book smart', though he was far more learned than he appeared oftentimes.  The benefits, after all, of having private tutors.

Much of his free time growing up had been spent outdoors, spending time with friends and getting into trouble.  He had no trouble recognizing a soccer ball then, though he was confused as to where it could have come from.  Perhaps someone on the island liked the game, or it had been washed up, or, he supposed, someone might've taken it as loot, then lost it.  Whatever the case, Kian came to a fast conclusion his young crewmate did not know what it was.  "That's not how you play soccer," the Irishman chuckled, flicking an ear. 

His paws were itching to return to camp, to check on Keona, but he realized that perhaps he was overbearing sometimes.  He could spare a little time seeing what his crewmates were up to.