Training [Solo, WIP]

It was a pretty usual day in the warmer climate of Hoshigakure, the city blessed by the stars. Warm, dry, and sunny. Within the confines of his alleyway, he took a seat. Pulling an off white sloppily folded sheet of paper from his pocket, his beady brown eyes scanned over the parchment’s easily forgotten and hastily scribbled contents. “Hrmmmm.” Was his handwriting really this bad? Even he had a hard time trying to deduce what the message had read.

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Really the contents should have been easy to memorize, our hero and her young boy owner just didn't pay enough attention to the teachin’ lady. After all she had gone over the same thing like seventy times right? … You just uh… Hopeless, was this poor boy. C’mon what'd she say? Dammit.

It was something like… For a brief moment, let's compare Azai’s tiny cranial muscle to both that of an automobile, and a tiny excitable puppy. At any given moment, his brain was firing away on all pistons, processing and dumping knowledge and bits of info where they needed to be. Simultaneously, behind the wheel of this grand machine was a small, tiny, obnoxious yapping mutt whose attention span was about as wide as a toothpick.

Dammit. He re-positioned himself so that he was laying down, with his head resting on Okina’s side, using the poor boy’s even poorer dog as a pillow. His eyes scanned the contents of the paper, once again trying to figure out the hidden message behind these hastily scribbled words.

[202 WC]