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Who: Yamamoto Takeshi, Superbia Squalo, & Gokudera Hayato
What: Training & an unpleasant surprise for Gokudera.
When: uhhh i suppose backdated on the 22 of July, when Squalo first arrived.
Where: Behind House 15.
Summary: Squalo and Yamamoto are going to train in their backyard, and Gokudera's about to learn of his new housemate. Yelling & fighting & much vulgar language will ensue.
Rating: PG-thirteen. 9__9
ALSO LMFAO SORRY FOR POSTING IN OOC COMM;;;;;;;; h-how embarrassing
Yamamoto was practically itching in anticipation as he stepped into their backyard, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the wooden handle of his bamboo sword. It's been a long while since he last fought with Squalo, and truth-be-told he's been wanting a bit of a rematch with the guy. Sure, he had won the battle back then, but things were never settled between swordsmen, no matter how many wins or losses the two share between each other.
He swung out the wooden sword, bamboo turning into steel as he did so. Yamamoto would train from time to time by himself, nonstop, to try to improve on his own, but training alone didn't help to abide his craving for blade against blade.
It was a bit of a shame, though- he didn't have his box on him. Gokudera had his box, so occasionally he'd see Uri sauntering around the house, but when he searched through his room- to see if maybe he had his box animal, too- no such thing existed. So much for showing Squalo his full potential.
"Haha, I'm really excited to show you what I've learned. My skin is practically crawling."
Bracing his sword, Yamamoto stood in his stance.
"Ready when you are!"
What: Training & an unpleasant surprise for Gokudera.
When: uhhh i suppose backdated on the 22 of July, when Squalo first arrived.
Where: Behind House 15.
Summary: Squalo and Yamamoto are going to train in their backyard, and Gokudera's about to learn of his new housemate. Yelling & fighting & much vulgar language will ensue.
Rating: PG-thirteen. 9__9
ALSO LMFAO SORRY FOR POSTING IN OOC COMM;;;;;;;; h-how embarrassing
Yamamoto was practically itching in anticipation as he stepped into their backyard, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the wooden handle of his bamboo sword. It's been a long while since he last fought with Squalo, and truth-be-told he's been wanting a bit of a rematch with the guy. Sure, he had won the battle back then, but things were never settled between swordsmen, no matter how many wins or losses the two share between each other.
He swung out the wooden sword, bamboo turning into steel as he did so. Yamamoto would train from time to time by himself, nonstop, to try to improve on his own, but training alone didn't help to abide his craving for blade against blade.
It was a bit of a shame, though- he didn't have his box on him. Gokudera had his box, so occasionally he'd see Uri sauntering around the house, but when he searched through his room- to see if maybe he had his box animal, too- no such thing existed. So much for showing Squalo his full potential.
"Haha, I'm really excited to show you what I've learned. My skin is practically crawling."
Bracing his sword, Yamamoto stood in his stance.
"Ready when you are!"