[One could say that a few days after the sleep deprivation kicks the bucket that yes, yes Ryuji was back on his bullshit again. He's practicing his aiming skills, fearful that his ability to shoot shadows down would slowly dwindle away like a muscle left inattentively without flexing. And here he is, dodging hallways, doing sick side rolls, trying his best to work out those sharpshooter skills.
Fwing~
One nerf dart lands exactly where he had planned to. Which is. #blessed, of course.
He turns the corner, imagining a shadow just around the bend and pulls the trigger.
The second nerf dart lands somewhere he had never planned it to. Which is, #cursed, of course. Right onto A2's ass.
Oh.
My god.
He turns his body back around the corner, eyes wide as he tries to stop any vital signs from making himself all too obvious.]
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:15 pm (UTC)Fwing~
One nerf dart lands exactly where he had planned to. Which is. #blessed, of course.
He turns the corner, imagining a shadow just around the bend and pulls the trigger.
The second nerf dart lands somewhere he had never planned it to. Which is, #cursed, of course. Right onto A2's ass.
Oh.
My god.
He turns his body back around the corner, eyes wide as he tries to stop any vital signs from making himself all too obvious.]