[Thread] The Games We Play

[powerfulbeauty]

Characters: OU!Sho Minamimoto, AU!Chiaki Hayasaka
Where: The park
When: During the not-so-killer tomato attack; shortly after this
Summary: Chiaki's challenged Sho to see who can kill the most tomatoes.
Warnings: Snark, violence against semi-sentient fruits. Maybe some petty name-calling? Oh, and just general Sho-isms.

Chiaki crouched a ways away from

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[grtstcmmnfactor]

Oh, Minamimoto would Sho alright. In fact, he appeared crouched on the very peak of the heap itself, a gleam of arrogance in his eyes, which was partly guarded by the rim of the hat he'd just picked up from the area, courtesy of a certain pink polydrafter. He watched the feline at the bottom, who had arrived in the park sometime before he did, and it wouldn't be long before he would make himself known to her by riding down the sloped side of the heap like a slide and jumping to a stand-still before he crashed at the ground.

[powerfulbeauty]

The noise caused by the sliding wouldn't startle the cat at all. About the same moment Sho put his foot down to start sliding, she heard him and anticipated the sound. Still keeping her paws around the tomato to keep it from running away, she turned her head to acknowledge Minamimoto.

"Nice entrance." There was just a faint undertone of a pleased purr in her voice. "Ready to play~?"

[grtstcmmnfactor]

Sho stepped over to the cat and crouched down to give her a pat on the head with his blackened left hand, a smirk now complimenting the arrogance in his eyes. "Heh... damn right. I was born ready! Just give me the 'on your mark, get set, go' and I'll zetta crunch these irrational numbers into oblivion!" He stood up and crossed his arms.

[powerfulbeauty]

"Just the answer I was looking for. Now, give me a moment..." She stretched a bit and shook briefly before changing shape again. Chiaki looked very similar to the form she'd taken the last time they met, though the few differences were amazingly noticeable. Black ears jutted from the wild brown mane that surrounded her face; everything from her eyes down was covered by a soft cut of black cloth. Just the most faint curves of her eager smile could be seen through the mask, leaving her oddly feral cat eyes to convey the emotions her hidden face couldn't.

The white fur covering her torso bristled as she lifted the tomato off the ground and flexed her clawed fingers around it, causing the little fruit to squirm and gnash it's harmless teeth in fury. "On your mark... get set..." Her claws twitched and snapped shut, impaling the aggressive tomato. "...Go."