The Salle, Wednesday Morning
To say that Zack was on the antsy side was, if only a little, something of an understatement. With no classes to keep him busy, he was left to his own resources to fill his time. Work. Rehearsal. Practise.
Today was the day he'd set aside for that practise thing. And that was why he'd staked out a corner of the Salle for himself and the girl who... well... who had, in another reality, staked him.
Not that she knew that.
He was running over some practise forms with his sword while he waited for her to arrive. Keeping still for too long, after all, was hard.
[Zack is here for that girl, but the Salle is an open Salle!]
Today was the day he'd set aside for that practise thing. And that was why he'd staked out a corner of the Salle for himself and the girl who... well... who had, in another reality, staked him.
Not that she knew that.
He was running over some practise forms with his sword while he waited for her to arrive. Keeping still for too long, after all, was hard.
[Zack is here for that girl, but the Salle is an open Salle!]