#kitakibanchou

THOCK!

THOCK!

ONE BY ONE, each more centered than the last, they struck their wooden target, buried to the neck. The board, now peppered with, what was it now… seven arrows, all within the bands of red and yellow, stood 80 yards away, while he, clad appropriately, drew back for another shot with a creak of leather. He lined it up, venting a gentle breath, brow furrowed–

And his eyes darted aside then. There goes his relatively good day– again.

My muse(s): Athena (Anders, Forrest, Saiko, Thalassa, soon to be Saeran)

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse (I forgot so much of AJ)

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker? | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other?

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

There were some things that could surprise Ryu. Actually, no, most things surprised him, actually, and he counted a rough-looking young man handing out pastries to be one of them. Was it one of those cases of... what was it? Gap something? He was contemplating so deeply, turning to the side a little and trying to remember the word, that he didn’t notice the man again until he was being shouted at.

kitakibanchou replied to your post: Makoto/Wocky or Makoto/Aya, both possibly seem...

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