❝This is not my day…❞
& a susurrus eased pass i-n-c-a-r-n-a-d-i-n-e folds, elevating twin appendages in which gave the [ mobility ] of masculine hands to position themselves in an akimbo. A profound frown was e t c h e d upon aesthetically-pleasing features whilst his head was lowered, affixing s-a-p-p-h-i-r-e gems upon the deflated tire afore a breath was [ relinquished ].
It would seem that he would need to acquire [ assistance ] as soon as possible, lest he wished to spend the [ remainder ] of his day outside in the unknown, which was not an option that he looked forward to at all.
An engine, once roaring in the distance, now grumbles to idled enforcement yonder royalty’s standpoint. Slender physique, so blessed by all means, whips from the beast ( a speed bike decked in ebony and chrome trim; trim of which held kinship to runic craftsmanship ) that now awaits her return on ebon tread of duality. A kickstand is dug into the asphalt before booted stride carries her forthright toward he who murmured in dismay at the circumstantial mishap.
Shredded tread and a rim bitten by the asphalt signaled nigh instantaneously the reasoning behind halted traveling for the prince. It is within this moment, therein that crystalline oculi befall unto the scene, that a backpedaling occurs. Along either flank of aforementioned bike would a compartment be bound to the beast, crafted of the finest leather and large for convenience.
Call it a tuition, if you will.
So let it be that lateral appendage snatches forth a jack and the necessary precaution connection poles. And already, to her knees does she go without a word. The jack is hinged on the axel of the undercarriage to such an injured luxury. Extentions in place, slender limbs begin their gyration for the ascension of framed steel and fiberglass.
“You’ve got a spare tire and you
can’t put it on yourself.
You’re gonna get real far in life.”
Today feels like either a Lara day or a Fang day. Not sure. Maybe Kaiba.
[ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ]
Arms curved above her head, fingers reaching for
the sky; Anzu’s absolutely focused up until another
voice cuts through the void of concentration.
”Oh! Lightning! Sorry—- I didn’t know you were there.”
One’s own stature is given leeway to postural
correction after acknowledgement is gifted.
Tiers, supple in their own right, begin to grant
speech once more.
“No worries. I didn’t exactly mean to barge in on your practice.”
❝Yuugi may have lost one lousy Duel Monsters game, but at
least he hasn’t lost his heart! Not like you— you’ve spent so much time with
your machines, you’ve forgotten what being human is about! Yuugi has heart, Kaiba.
Yuugi has us. And what about you, Seto Kaiba? What do you have at the
end of the day? Tell me. Tell me!❞
written by fae.
Contribution to Munday.