Thinking little things. [CLOSED]
Characters: Soul Eater Evans and Maka Albarn
Location: The basketball court
Rating: G because these two suck at ever doing anything...
Time: November 18, early morning
Description: So he's been thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
Soul had woken up a little before sunrise: quite unheard of, since cool guys like him partied until late and only got up at the last possible second for school and other boring things. Still, the fact of the matter was that he was up, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to bed even if he tried to.
He had been doing this a whole lot these days, and much against his will. It came with the thinking, which was something that he shouldn't have been doing. He could blame so many people for that, but he doubted it'd do him any good.
As it was, the boy had a quick bowl of cereal, then headed out to the court - the sound of him dribbling his basketball echoed off the sides of the buildings as he walked, a clear testament to how it was too damned EARLY for anything. Seeing the hoop made him feel marginally better, though.
Soul stopped a moment, dribbling, watching the goal. Then he shuffled his feet, got into position, and aimed.
Location: The basketball court
Rating: G because these two suck at ever doing anything...
Time: November 18, early morning
Description: So he's been thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
Soul had woken up a little before sunrise: quite unheard of, since cool guys like him partied until late and only got up at the last possible second for school and other boring things. Still, the fact of the matter was that he was up, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to bed even if he tried to.
He had been doing this a whole lot these days, and much against his will. It came with the thinking, which was something that he shouldn't have been doing. He could blame so many people for that, but he doubted it'd do him any good.
As it was, the boy had a quick bowl of cereal, then headed out to the court - the sound of him dribbling his basketball echoed off the sides of the buildings as he walked, a clear testament to how it was too damned EARLY for anything. Seeing the hoop made him feel marginally better, though.
Soul stopped a moment, dribbling, watching the goal. Then he shuffled his feet, got into position, and aimed.