four ☆ the world on his shoulders

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[Yuuto shows up on the beach looking a little dirty, but he's fine otherwise. His jacket is unzipped and the shirt he's wearing shows the outlines of a leather harness and weights beneath. He pauses to strip off his shoes so that he can jump around on the sand.

Finally, he's ready. His knuckles whiten around his quarterstaff, which has somehow managed to survive all this time (also despite getting owned by the rogue Imagin a few weeks ago). He practices a few defensive stances, then one of the attacking ones he's been taught. He goes on to attempt a few he's seen... er... felt Urataros using for some time, then steps back and leans on his staff. He needs... more. This isn't enough.

It's worth a shot.]

Aniki?


[ooc: Feel free to bother/stalk/whatever. They just got a canonbump, and Ryotarou is officially out of cards, so Yuuto has to pick up the slack now.]

Comments

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

You mean good and bad?

[contract_star]

Aheh...a bit more varied than that. Some people are lucky in different things.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

He's not lucky in anything.

[contract_star]

...You might be right.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

It's almost like some kind of awful superpower...

[contract_star]

[And he can't help it, he starts laughing.] That's one way to describe it.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[Yuuto smiles a bit and looks away.] He's always been like that.

[contract_star]

[DAW ICON.] It's amazing he's survived this long.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Longer. It doesn't get any better when he's older, believe me.

[contract_star]

[Chuckles.] Ah that's right--you know him from the future, don't you?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Y... yeah.

He shouldn't be allowed to do home improvement... ever.

[contract_star]

...Do I want to know?

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

You'd probably bust a stitch if I told you...

[contract_star]

Oh dear. I can imagine, though, it being Ryotarou...

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

I'll give you a hint. It involved a lot of paint.

[contract_star]

...Oh no.

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Oh yes.

[contract_star]

Oh, Ryotarou...

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[contract_star]

[Falls silent, because it suddenly occurs to him that, well, fuck, Sakurai is going to completely forget about Ryotarou one day.]

[hasarrived.livejournal.com]

[Yuuto peers at him curiously, then steps away to continue his training.]

[contract_star]

Ah...good luck, Sakurai.

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[a pause, and he smiles a little over his shoulder]

Thanks, Hei.