you get strong.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[he's not too thrilled, but he's in the gym-like room, shooting at targets with a bow and arrow. he stops every now and then to rest his sore wrists, although masks it with eating food. can't have a certain Axel or Roxas finding him. he goes back to practicing, whispering a song under his breath like a mantra.]

[... that is, until, one of his arrows hit dead center, and he's staring at what he just did, motionless as a statue for a few seconds, then--]

Holy shit, that was cool.

Comments

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[... stares at him like he's gone completely insane.]

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[pokes him]

Songbird~ we fuck you because you're pretty.

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[t-tch.]

Pretty.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[shrug]

What..?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[--maybe mouthing off isn't the best thing.]

I just didn't think you'd pick that word, of all synonyms.

[abusingly.livejournal.com]

[shrug]

Whatever.