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soracles and stilldontgotit
What: Some healthy competition and rivalry
When: Before the draft
Where: Starting off at their house; will progress on to other areas later
Summary: A little on edge ever since finding out about this "draft," Sora decides to help make sure his best friend is as ready for combat as he'll ever be by challenging him to an Iron Man Competition. What? It'll totally help!
Rating: PG for manliness.
[so maybe Sora's entire Luceti experience so far has been from the standpoint of a spectator: first, he watched as everyone turned into... other people and things, then he watched as everyone abruptly fell in and out of love with each other, and the awkward conversations that followed afterward- now he's watching people march off into battle to fight against some force he still doesn't quite understand. it's... frustrating isn't exactly an adequate term for it. particularly because he has no choice but to stay home and wait it out.]
[but pacing around and irritably digging through the contents of the kitchen hasn't really helped him much. if he can't help Riku out on the battlefield, then by golly he's going to help him out right here. even if he can't do anything but offer to train with him, or lend an ear if Riku needed it-- but Sora didn't really expect him to outright admit it-- or... or challenge him to a race.]
[... that's it! with a steel determination and maybe a leftover cookie from the pantry, Sora steps through the house, balls his hand into a fist and raps loudly on the door to Riku's room with his knuckles. you best be in there, biffle, he'd like to have a word with you.]
soracles and stilldontgotitWhat: Some healthy competition and rivalry
When: Before the draft
Where: Starting off at their house; will progress on to other areas later
Summary: A little on edge ever since finding out about this "draft," Sora decides to help make sure his best friend is as ready for combat as he'll ever be by challenging him to an Iron Man Competition. What? It'll totally help!
Rating: PG for manliness.
[so maybe Sora's entire Luceti experience so far has been from the standpoint of a spectator: first, he watched as everyone turned into... other people and things, then he watched as everyone abruptly fell in and out of love with each other, and the awkward conversations that followed afterward- now he's watching people march off into battle to fight against some force he still doesn't quite understand. it's... frustrating isn't exactly an adequate term for it. particularly because he has no choice but to stay home and wait it out.]
[but pacing around and irritably digging through the contents of the kitchen hasn't really helped him much. if he can't help Riku out on the battlefield, then by golly he's going to help him out right here. even if he can't do anything but offer to train with him, or lend an ear if Riku needed it-- but Sora didn't really expect him to outright admit it-- or... or challenge him to a race.]
[... that's it! with a steel determination and maybe a leftover cookie from the pantry, Sora steps through the house, balls his hand into a fist and raps loudly on the door to Riku's room with his knuckles. you best be in there, biffle, he'd like to have a word with you.]
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Riku looks back and forth, smirks, and theeen--
He takes off! Typical Riku.]
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Riku wasn't expecting that, and it does slow him down briefly, but he quickly elbows Sora in retaliation. Knock it off!]
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[were they racing? Sora's trying to pull him back and shove him for that elbow in the gut.]
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[and this is why they always need Kairi to mediate their races.]
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... I think it's safe to say I won this race.
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[Have a nice elbow in the chest.]
Didn't think you were the cheating type, Sora.