( NINE. )

[kuichigiru]

[ Hibari's sitting on the porch throwing snowballs at passersby today -- if you're passing by Cunningham Lane, chances are you'll be getting one thrown square to the chest, or even better, your head. His aim's pretty good, and he throws hard. He might be (sadistically?) smiling a little at anybody who looks around confusedly, wondering where that

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[thegodsareinert]

[Ein dodges this at the last second.]

Whoa! It's you!

[kuichigiru]

[ There's a short pause as he places who Ein is. ] Your skills are still sharp, I see.

[thegodsareinert]

[Ein sighs at the comment.] And you're still straightforward as ever.

[kuichigiru]

[ He shrugs at that. He is what he is. ]

We never got a rematch in the tournament -- how far did you make it?

[thegodsareinert]

Oh! I made it to the semi-finals!