[You have stumbled across a rather well-constructed makeshift tennis court. The ground is flat, there's a net and lines, and you're suddenly holding a tennis racket.
And there's a boy(?) deathstaring at you, seated on a shiny new bench that looks like it exists just for him across the court. A sense of impending doom is in the air.
...run while you still can]
((intro for yukimura! play, tell him you can't, see what happens. if you do end up playing and you're rather good, i've put up a thing on his ability
here in case it gets to that. i'll be slow because no icon browser + early morning = molasses, but have fun o7 edit; breakfast break, be back in 30 o7 back for now out for a while, pickups later!))