#kid!kin

Doing parkour? Awesome.

Doing parkour across rooftops? Totally awesome.

Doing parkour across rooftops in the middle of the night? Bitch, I'm a motherfucking ninja, Kin thought recklessly to himself as he backflipped across the gap between buildings. This had to be the next best thing to flying--possibly even equal to it, maybe better. (He wouldn't know, seeing as he couldn't fly.) He wished he could do it without the mask and hood on, but, well, he was out here for a reason.

He was starting to think tonight was a bust, though. It had been quiet all evening, he hadn't even come across a mugging to stop yet. As fun as it was to be out here doing this--maybe he should go home and try to catch up on some sleep.

It was just as he slowed to a stop at the edge of a roof to consider his options, that he saw it--the shadowy silhouette of another person racing across the skyline in front of him. For a minute, all Kin could do was stare.

Did that guy have a tail?

He was singing. And laughing.

He was also dancing around a couple of thugs who'd been trying to rob some poor schmuck who had the misfortune of trying to take a shortcut down the wrong alley. Literally, dancing, him and an illusory copys of himself, and between his gymnastic break-dance-style dodges, and the fact that the thugs had no idea which Kitsune was the real Kitsune, the two crooks hadn't yet managed to land a single hit on him with their weapons (a lead pipe and an aluminum baseball bat, respectively).

He was showing off. Blatantly, in fact. He should probably at least stop singing. But frankly, he was having too much fun.