The streets and park, Tuesday

[dude_its_jude]

Completely unaware of what had transpired down the hall last night, Jude woke up achy and still a bit sore from yesterday. Setsuna's wings had provided more than enough drag and it had been an effort to maintain even a normal speed.

But it meant that he cleared the front lobby in under three seconds and made it to the park in a minute the next day.

Now, he was practicing on the benches and the paths and the streets and the storefronts, his tricks and his turns, repeating the same one over and over again until he was satisfied that he had it perfectly.

Wasn't going to lose, wasn't going to lose, wasn't going to lose . . .

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