Let's Get Down to Business [Closed]
WHO: Kurama (fox_shuuichi) and Hitachiin Kaoru (poetryinfashion)
WHAT: Long-awaited training.
WHERE: Paradise Blossoms. Or, rather, the clear lot behind the shop.
WHEN: Day 90, dusk.
Kurama, once more, stood in the very center of Paradise Blossoms, watching the door in the fading light. Around him, the plants rustled in the still air as he flexed his power experimentally, satisfied with the results. Slowly, but surely, his powers were returning.
All the better, he thought, reaching out to brush his fingers fondly across a leaf. Training will be much more efficient this way.
It was far past time he made good on his promise to Kaoru - and he wasn't planning to work through the night, anyway, so it was hardly inconvenient.
The shop needed work, that much was clear. The whole shop needed another coat of paint - and the front couldn't even be painted until he had coaxed the splintered wooden beams to mend themselves of the shrapnel damage from those pirates. Some of his plants were wounded, but he was slowly healing those, as well.
So, for now, he was content to await Kaoru, a small smile curving at his lips - and not one that was entirely kind.
Poor boy had no idea what he had gotten himself into.
WHAT: Long-awaited training.
WHERE: Paradise Blossoms. Or, rather, the clear lot behind the shop.
WHEN: Day 90, dusk.
Kurama, once more, stood in the very center of Paradise Blossoms, watching the door in the fading light. Around him, the plants rustled in the still air as he flexed his power experimentally, satisfied with the results. Slowly, but surely, his powers were returning.
All the better, he thought, reaching out to brush his fingers fondly across a leaf. Training will be much more efficient this way.
It was far past time he made good on his promise to Kaoru - and he wasn't planning to work through the night, anyway, so it was hardly inconvenient.
The shop needed work, that much was clear. The whole shop needed another coat of paint - and the front couldn't even be painted until he had coaxed the splintered wooden beams to mend themselves of the shrapnel damage from those pirates. Some of his plants were wounded, but he was slowly healing those, as well.
So, for now, he was content to await Kaoru, a small smile curving at his lips - and not one that was entirely kind.
Poor boy had no idea what he had gotten himself into.