#8-29

THUMBS UP

❤ ❤ Happy, Happy Birthday Reiji-san!!  ❤ ❤

She was admittedly running a little late from when she and Clint had planned to meet up. Part of it was completely accident; the rest had been pride. When she'd left to the storage unit to get the knives and strikepad ( a wonderful little tool that kept her from having to destroy tons of plywood.... or gymnasium walls), she'd realized it'd been over a year since she'd last worked with them. Pride kept her from bringing unpolished blades with her to practice; she'd spent a good hour cleaning and sharpening them again.  Yes, she was late, but only by a little bit; and would've rather been late than to make herself look bad by showing up with rusted blades. They were hidden in a case she had strapped to her back when she entered the gymnasium, and even though she had all of the permits that would've been required given that she was just casually carrying around around a dozen sharp daggers... she still tried to avoid looking at the staff when she walked by.  Clint had told her where he'd be, and that was where she headed in a beeline path.  Apologizing for showing up late was first on her list, and then finding out which one of them would be risking injury while learning. That was how it worked, no? She could count the number of scars she had from when she'd first learned how to handle the knives... dangerous business, being a magician.   "Sorry, I know I'm late," She would calmly state when she'd finally found him. "You wouldn't believe how awkward it can be explaining to the owner of your storage building why you're picking up a case of knives. I think he's sure I'm going to kill someone..."

He stood, leaning against a wall at the corner of the street, with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, while he waited. He may or may not have had a switchblade in one of those pockets.

Lay is so cute!!