⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Feet moved at a brisk pace as they were placed on the ground of the gym. As gloved digits wrapped themselves callously around the wooden hilt, a stance to try and intimidate was made. The president of the kendo club, while he was skilled at the practice, his skills lied elsewhere, kendo was merely a sport taken due to the fact that it was a must in the god forsaken school he was in. Strikes taken at the wooden dummy, the Fireball was once again training. No surprises there.
⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ After a brief moment, a sweat was worked up on his visage, as he mopped it away with the sleeve of his jacket. An airy chuckle emitted from cherub lips. “Hah, th-that’s enough practice for now I g-guess.”
⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ A sigh filled with annoyance emitted from the Fireball’s cherub lips, as his gloved digits were callously laced around the leather steering wheel, grip tightened as his onyx hues gazed out the windscreen. “Y'know, if you don’t want to get run over, I suggest you move the fuck out of the way.”
⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Hearing footsteps on the ground, Natsu instinctively curled into a ball on the ground, arms flailed over his head as he whimpered. “P-Please don’t hurt me..”
⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Jolting upwards, eyes opened to an insane degree allowing onyx hues to be entirely visible, and for the sight of them shaking in cream sclera noticeable to any human. Mouth ajar as he panted hard, gloved hand went to rub his optics awake, before rummaging through his salmon locks. “—A-A nightmare…?”
⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Jolting upwards, eyes opened to an insane degree allowing onyx hues to be entirely visible, and for the sight of them shaking in cream sclera noticeable to any human. Mouth ajar as he panted hard, gloved hand went to rub his optics awake, before rummaging through his salmon locks. “—A-A nightmare…?”
