do i even know anything about horse polo

[bravelypees]

[It was a perk being a poly-science major and a friend of Jean Kirstein. While not exactly rich, he had access to parts that were–and the people within them. Accompanying him on one of his "home visits" was a surefire way to meet a number of lesser politicians, businessmen and the like.

Jean knew this. It was why he invited Armin with him, why he took him to his fencing lessons, country clubs, high fashion hangouts and where the were currently–the Junior Polo Field.

The game's just finished (Jean's team has won) and Jean disembarks his horse, handing the reins to one of his pals as he searches the crowd for Armin. It isn't until he unbuckles his helmet that he spots him, smoothing out his helmet hair and parting his way through the ground until he stands in front of his friend, all of his gear in hand.]

Hey. You meet anyone yet?

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[On Armin's side of things, it wasn't too hard to spot what Jean was trying to do for him. If they had simply hung out a lot and left it at that, it would be one thing. But the questions and constantly checking up to see if he had advanced in his field in any way thanks to him...

He smiles at the greeting, giving a glance back over his shoulder at some of the others who had been watching.]

I spoke to a couple of people. [A vague answer, but one he hopes will satisfy Jean enough to keep the mood up. Truth be told, he'd rather not rely on Jean's connections to get anywhere with his field. He understood that it was a large part of the world these days, but it was something he was striving to work against. He wanted to become known for who he was and what he could do and nothing else.

But it was touching that Jean seemed to think of him so much. He couldn't just shut that down. Not when he enjoyed the actual events themselves.]

You did really well, Jean!