[Another night post! But this time Kaito's inside, sitting on the windowsill of the inn room he shares with his traveling group. He has one knee pulled up to his chest with his foot resting on the windowsill, while the other is planted firmly on the ground, and he looks thoughtful as he taps a deck of cards against his knee. Next to him lays a
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Something bugging you, fucking wizard?
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Who, me? No. It was just a thought.
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I don't believe you.
Spill!
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And you didn't even ask what I had taken from me. I'm hurt.
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Oi oi, I said I didn't want to pry. I won't ask.
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Then by all means, relive them.
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Once upon a time there was a dashing young man, his fucking fatty friend and an old man who wanted to join the best football team in the region.
An asshole with dreadlocks had fucking fatty kicked out of the school and the team and he told the three friends he didn't need losers like them.
The dashing young man used the fucking dread to fill a book full of blackmail material and, eventually, made his own football team.
After three long years of having no members the team filled up, pulled together, and eventually destroyed the best team in the region and the fucking audience went wild.
And that's but one of the many victories of the Deimon Devil Bats.
Now you tell me what's bugging you.
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Nothing's bugging me.
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No?
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Of course we won! A glorious comeback victory with the entire fucking crowd chanting our name!
I think I've only been happier to win a game once, just between you and me.
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What game was that?
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The only reason we made the Devil Bats in the first place was to win that tournament. That's why it was so important.
[ His grin might seem a little less insane an a little more genuine now :|b ]
Do you ever play sports, fucking wizard?
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Me? 'M pretty good at sports, but I don't play anything.
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