Day by day, I pray, I seek and scramble
Characters: Kenta papipupepon, Cole
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When: August 13, Evening
Where: [x,y] (where Cole is staying)
Rating: Pg-13, because they seem to like to rile each other up
Summary: Kenta, more concerned about B's threats to L than he's really willing to admit to either of them, had put out a request to the network for skilled fighters to give him a few defense lessons, in the hopes of presenting some sort of wall of defense for his friends against the dangers of Adstringendum. Cole, perhaps a bit bored, agrees to give him a few pointers.
The longer he remained in Adstringendum, the more and more clear it became to Kenta that this was not a world for entertainers, but for fighters. Having made a few precious friends along the way of fashioning some sort of life here, temporary or - but Kenta didn't let himself think of the Or - he found that, once again, he had something worth protecting in his life. Only this time around, the adversary wasn't a few bad ratings, couldn't simply be solved by singing his song. The stakes here were much higher, and Kenta decided that he was not going to wait around for someone to prove that he wasn't good enough to protect what was his.
While he knew all too well that he and Cole could only tolerate each other for short periods of time before they inevitably got on each other's nerves, he also knew that Cole was a good person, and he appreciated the fact that he had offered to help.
Arriving at the coordinates that Cole had given him, Kenta cast his gaze around for the other man, wondering if he was going to have to find his way up onto the roof after all. He took a deep breath and hollered. "OOOOOOOOOIIIII, SPARKY!!!"
electric_dui
When: August 13, Evening
Where: [x,y] (where Cole is staying)
Rating: Pg-13, because they seem to like to rile each other up
Summary: Kenta, more concerned about B's threats to L than he's really willing to admit to either of them, had put out a request to the network for skilled fighters to give him a few defense lessons, in the hopes of presenting some sort of wall of defense for his friends against the dangers of Adstringendum. Cole, perhaps a bit bored, agrees to give him a few pointers.
The longer he remained in Adstringendum, the more and more clear it became to Kenta that this was not a world for entertainers, but for fighters. Having made a few precious friends along the way of fashioning some sort of life here, temporary or - but Kenta didn't let himself think of the Or - he found that, once again, he had something worth protecting in his life. Only this time around, the adversary wasn't a few bad ratings, couldn't simply be solved by singing his song. The stakes here were much higher, and Kenta decided that he was not going to wait around for someone to prove that he wasn't good enough to protect what was his.
While he knew all too well that he and Cole could only tolerate each other for short periods of time before they inevitably got on each other's nerves, he also knew that Cole was a good person, and he appreciated the fact that he had offered to help.
Arriving at the coordinates that Cole had given him, Kenta cast his gaze around for the other man, wondering if he was going to have to find his way up onto the roof after all. He took a deep breath and hollered. "OOOOOOOOOIIIII, SPARKY!!!"