#random junk

Enji hadn’t expected this, to be fair Touya hadn’t either. He hadn’t expected his weakest son, his eldest son, the one he ‘trained’ with most. He may have been beating Touya at every oppertuinty and disguising it as training but he hadn’t seen the changes taking place with him. Price of not stepping up and being a father.

Because now where enji had shoved him back into a wall out of his way, his back had hit the wall and whatever was happeneing back there had HURT lately,and he felt something wet trail down his back. There was this feeling of a ache finally soothed. like when he mother used to ice his burns before she couldnt look at him. 

The burns that never heal right on his flake off as he shoves himself back in the path of his fathers rage, shoves Shouto back a few feet as he does. Whatever is on his back, whatever has changed from him suddenly is unfurling across his back. He see’s the look of fear on enji’s face and a delighted gasp from behind Shouto behind him.

Its as easy as breathing for him suddenly, there’s this rage in his stomach and the way out is through his throat and he’s always gotten wisps of smoke from his nose and mouth. So he opens his mouth and ROARS at his father. a Warning and a challenge but the word’s don’t comeout. what comes out instead is a plume of blue fire that licks at enji and for once he is the one burned. Touya grins and raises a arm half coated in tough scaly skin as he does it again. rubbing along his neck where it itches and coming away with skin that feels wet and cold, and strangly firm. 

A pair of pliers

A tiny microscope

A yoyo

Three pencils

A handful of paperclips

A bulldog clip

A single rock

A booklet of colourful stickynotes

And three things of lipbalm all identical?