Anyone up for a fight? I fell asleep in Math and so I couldn't leave before Japanese history class started. I'm bored out of my goddamn mind. I need something to do, I'm so sick of this shit.
Shit, the teach is looking this way.
Okay, I should probably be a little more discreet about using this thing, but it's hard typing on a Gameboy man. This thing wasn't made for it.
So yeah. Fights? Anyone? I will buy you soda, I promise.
Well, only if I lose.
Third Person: Everyday, same thing, wasn't it? It had only been a week since the last tournament, and already he didn't know what to do with himself. What, couldn't they have just given him an excused absence or something? He was supposed to graduate last year! Argh, I hate this... What he'd give for another fight right now.
But it was 5 in the afternoon, and everyone was going home. He'd already scared off most of the local punks, and with his victories in the past, no one would stupid enough to try and take him on. Not while he carried the title of "The King of Fighters". He was famous now. One day, all the kids at school were keeping their distance, the next, they were all over him, asking for an autograph. The thought made him smirk. Well, he didn't mind the attention. Especially not from all the cute girls, now that he was a celebrity. He could get used to this.
He almost began chuckling to himself, had a sound not caught his attention. It almost sounded like his footsteps were echoing. He stopped. The echos stopped as well. The smirk on his face grew wider.
"Hey kid." The voice was low and hoarse. "I'll make this easy on you. Drop some cash and I'll walk away." Well, he did only say "almost" all of the local punks. The second pair of footsteps resumed walking. Whoever the guy was, it was obvious how much of an idiot he was. Approaching who he was.
"I have a better idea." The footsteps picked up into a run, and the smirk became a full-blown smile, Kyo turning to face his aggressor. "How about I drop your ass instead?" His right hand ignited, the look on the punk's face contorting into a mix of confusion, surprise, and terror when he realized just who he was about to pick a fight with. The look only made Kyo laugh.
Kyo Kusanagi | The King of Fighters | 3/3
Anyone up for a fight? I fell asleep in Math and so I couldn't leave before Japanese history class started. I'm bored out of my goddamn mind. I need something to do, I'm so sick of this shit.
Shit, the teach is looking this way.
Okay, I should probably be a little more discreet about using this thing, but it's hard typing on a Gameboy man. This thing wasn't made for it.
So yeah. Fights? Anyone? I will buy you soda, I promise.
Well, only if I lose.
Third Person: Everyday, same thing, wasn't it? It had only been a week since the last tournament, and already he didn't know what to do with himself. What, couldn't they have just given him an excused absence or something? He was supposed to graduate last year! Argh, I hate this... What he'd give for another fight right now.
But it was 5 in the afternoon, and everyone was going home. He'd already scared off most of the local punks, and with his victories in the past, no one would stupid enough to try and take him on. Not while he carried the title of "The King of Fighters". He was famous now. One day, all the kids at school were keeping their distance, the next, they were all over him, asking for an autograph. The thought made him smirk. Well, he didn't mind the attention. Especially not from all the cute girls, now that he was a celebrity. He could get used to this.
He almost began chuckling to himself, had a sound not caught his attention. It almost sounded like his footsteps were echoing. He stopped. The echos stopped as well. The smirk on his face grew wider.
"Hey kid." The voice was low and hoarse. "I'll make this easy on you. Drop some cash and I'll walk away." Well, he did only say "almost" all of the local punks. The second pair of footsteps resumed walking. Whoever the guy was, it was obvious how much of an idiot he was. Approaching who he was.
"I have a better idea." The footsteps picked up into a run, and the smirk became a full-blown smile, Kyo turning to face his aggressor. "How about I drop your ass instead?" His right hand ignited, the look on the punk's face contorting into a mix of confusion, surprise, and terror when he realized just who he was about to pick a fight with. The look only made Kyo laugh.
"Bring it!" And his lighted fist flew forward.
He could get used to this.