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[anachronisticbilliards]

Who: Shirogane and you!
What: Shirogane likes to play pool, Shirogane's going to play pool...sort of.
When: March 23
Where: Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere on the Near Shore.
Warnings: Can't think of anything.

Shirogane still isn't what he'd called settled into his new life here. Not being able to remember anything is frustrating, and he's not quite sure being the shinki of a chaos god, of all things, sits well with him. Between that and the fact that he tends to be a bit of a loner anyway, he hasn't been spending all that much time in the shrine.

He likes the outdoors well enough, and so he's spent quite a bit of time trying to get the lay of the outdoors here. Eventually, he lights somewhere sitting underneath a tree, playing around with a flute he'd found. He's actually good at it, though it's not like he remembers learning or practicing.

And when that wears itself out, a little bit of dumpster diving has yielded a bit of junk he's used to kludge together a pool table.

A pool table in the middle of nowhere.

Weirdo.

It's a work in progress, certainly, and when he tries to test out the first shot, the baseball he was shooting with the old golf club surprises him, bounces off the table...

...and is probably careening towards the head of anyone in the area.

Oops.

Comments

[diehardreaper]

Thankfully for this guy, his shinki don't seem to mind him wandering around as much. After all, if he didn't, he probably wouldn't have any interesting stories to tell come suppertime... like how he nearly got beaned in the head by a baseball. Luckily though, Ronald's reflexes haven't dulled and he does manage to catch the ball in his only remaining hand before lightly tossing it back to roll onto the table as he approaches. There's no irritation or malice when he looks the table over and notices what exactly Shirogane's up to. "It'd prolly be a bit of a stretch to get that baseball into the corner pocket, mate." he grinned, stuffing his hand into his pocket. "Might want to get something else."

[anachronisticbilliards]

Shirogane sighs. "It's a work in progress. I haven't found an actual pool table yet." He should probably get on that; this setup is...less than ideal. "Got restless."

[diehardreaper]

"Just itching for a game then, are you?" he asks, looking the table over. While not ideal, it looks more back to basics than anything. If it's pool he wants, there's balls and a stick... and that's probably step one of what he needs. Ronald however pulls himself up to sit on the side of the table, picking up the ball that almost ended up aimed at his head.

"I take it you played a lot back home, eh?" he added, letting it roll back onto the table and hit the rest of the balls with the softest click.

[anachronisticbilliards]

"Yeah." Shirogane looks back at the table and shakes his head. "At least...I think I did. I want to play badly enough that I must have." Granted, he'd like a better setup, but beggars can't be choosers.

[disciplineking]

He probably picked the wrong person to accidentally fling a ball at the head of. Hibari's reflexes were good enough that he leaned himself out of the way of the projectile, but the look on the face was as if the guy slammed him in the nose with a baseball.

"So does this mean I can bite you until you're a lump of meat?"

[anachronisticbilliards]

"...excuse me?" Shirogane just wants to make sure he heard that right; it seems to him like a total overreaction when no harm was actually done.

he's good at making friends

[disciplineking]

"Clearly you've attacked me, so that must mean you're looking for a fight." In reality, it was probably him just being angry at the affront and danger to his well-being, but this was Hibari. He saw a fight in everything.

As was noted by him shifting into a stance that could only be described as ready to strike.

so good

[anachronisticbilliards]

"I wouldn't call that an attack." Shirogane straightens up, his grip on the golf club shifting. If he's got to try to use a golf club as a swordlike object, he's going to use a golf club as a swordlike object. "I'm sorry for the trouble."

Hey, worth one last shot at trying to defuse this.

[disciplineking]

That...wasn't gonna work, sorry. Hibari, once he latched his mind onto a fight, was pretty hard pressed to hold off, and with the supposed affront to his personal well-being, he wasn't gonna back down.

"That doesn't matter. I really want to bite you to death now." Being sorry? It sounded to him like Shirogane was being a coward.

In the next moment, he took off, far faster than a human teenager should've been, a fist swinging at the guy's head.

[anachronisticbilliards]

Shirogane might not remember much of anything, but he knows how to fight, dammit. The sudden speed surprises him, but he's bringing that golf club up in an attempt to block.

[disciplineking]

The fist instead shot out, grabbing the golf club and pulling the pathetic attempt to block aside so his other arm could swing around at the guy's face unencumbered.

[anachronisticbilliards]

Shirogane abandons the golf club, and muscle memory kicks in. He ducks the shot.