[CLOSED] Our reason for aiming for somewhere that isn’t here-
Characters: Muguruma Kensei & Hirako Shinji [kirekaze & pharaohking]
Content: Kensei's got a mighty load of 'splaing to do to Shinji.
Setting: Kensei's room, the 4423.
Time: A bit after the ship manages to flee into safety.
Warnings: Loads and loads of shouting.
Kensei really didn't know if he should say that they were extremely lucky or extremely unlucky; lucky because they somehow had managed to flee from a two-on-one ship battle (mainly thanks to that rather timely intervention), but unlucky because this whole incident had done nothing but put a bigger strain on himself. Sure, he had managed to get out of his own battle in one piece and being relatively alright, but the reason of why he was actually alright now and heading towards his room instead of bleeding out to die on the infirmary was...
The silver-haired man sighed and ran his good better hand though his hair, trying not to wince at the bruises forming at his sword hand. They weren't anything big or bad and would heal within the next few days; still, the sight of them was more than enough to bother him because of the main fact that they should not be there - the only reason they were there was because he had used too much strength, and the only way that could happen was of course through that.
As if he didn't have enough on his mind already.
Content: Kensei's got a mighty load of 'splaing to do to Shinji.
Setting: Kensei's room, the 4423.
Time: A bit after the ship manages to flee into safety.
Warnings: Loads and loads of shouting.
Kensei really didn't know if he should say that they were extremely lucky or extremely unlucky; lucky because they somehow had managed to flee from a two-on-one ship battle (mainly thanks to that rather timely intervention), but unlucky because this whole incident had done nothing but put a bigger strain on himself. Sure, he had managed to get out of his own battle in one piece and being relatively alright, but the reason of why he was actually alright now and heading towards his room instead of bleeding out to die on the infirmary was...
The silver-haired man sighed and ran his good better hand though his hair, trying not to wince at the bruises forming at his sword hand. They weren't anything big or bad and would heal within the next few days; still, the sight of them was more than enough to bother him because of the main fact that they should not be there - the only reason they were there was because he had used too much strength, and the only way that could happen was of course through that.
As if he didn't have enough on his mind already.