Time for some Basketball!
WHO: Shiro and Soul, plus Ichigo and Lyra
WHERE: Central Park basketball court
WHEN: Friday June 25th. Evening!
WARNINGS: Teenagers.
SUMMARY: Shiro is being an emo motherfucker, so Soul decides to show him a little game.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever
It didn't take long for Shiro to get to the park using Sonído. That was a nice thing about that ability. But using it just reminded him of everything he wasn't. He blamed the feelings he was having on the human body he was in, too. Before this, he'd never been concerned with such weird feelings like sadness and anger at himself. It was weird. He didn't like it. What he didn't like even more was his helplessness to fix the situation.
So a little distraction might not be a bad idea. Music wasn't doing the trick like it often did, but he was still wearing his earbuds and carrying his iPod in his pocket when he arrived at the park. He wasn't even bothering to cloak his appearance today, going outside in all of his white skinned and white haired glory and earning looks right and left. He couldn't bring himself to care. He stood next to an occupied court and watched, silently, how the game progressed.
Humans sure made up weird games. But at least there weren't any buzzy horns.
WHERE: Central Park basketball court
WHEN: Friday June 25th. Evening!
WARNINGS: Teenagers.
SUMMARY: Shiro is being an emo motherfucker, so Soul decides to show him a little game.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever
It didn't take long for Shiro to get to the park using Sonído. That was a nice thing about that ability. But using it just reminded him of everything he wasn't. He blamed the feelings he was having on the human body he was in, too. Before this, he'd never been concerned with such weird feelings like sadness and anger at himself. It was weird. He didn't like it. What he didn't like even more was his helplessness to fix the situation.
So a little distraction might not be a bad idea. Music wasn't doing the trick like it often did, but he was still wearing his earbuds and carrying his iPod in his pocket when he arrived at the park. He wasn't even bothering to cloak his appearance today, going outside in all of his white skinned and white haired glory and earning looks right and left. He couldn't bring himself to care. He stood next to an occupied court and watched, silently, how the game progressed.
Humans sure made up weird games. But at least there weren't any buzzy horns.