[sorta complete???] Who: Takeuchi Sora/Pup (boss_kokkiku) + Takeuchi Sora (wolves_gale) + daemons What:Hiding like a faggot-- Training while Haythia watches. When: After Kilik's last post Where: Hotel rooftops Warnings: SWEARING? idfk what else yet okay.
That so wasn't helping. Not only was the lack of depth perception fucking him over, but he had a talking dog thing giggling at him while she was watching him fail at even simple tricks. Sure, it was his fault, but she didn't need to rub it in. Then again, she was supposed to be his soul or something like that-- hell, he'd laugh too, if it were him. He wasn't liking that consideration much, but it was on his mind.
The rooftops were nice and empty today. He wasn't in the mood to go up to the clocktower, even if he half-assed a promise to X that he would. He wasn't interested in whatever mess he left up there this time. This was the second time that... thing had done something to him. The first time with the bag might have been almost accidental, but this last time wasn't. He was losing any and all trust for people he had in this damn place more and more each day. Even losing trust in his own brother? Maybe a little. He didn't blame Nike for being the way he was, but he wasn't his Nike. He kept reminding himself of that. Reminding Nike of that. He wouldn't let himself forget. It's not the same.
Kilik? Was an idiot. But Sora knew he could trust him. Or so he used to think. It was hard to deal with here, after hearing what his older self had said awhile back about it. His reasoning for hating Kilik so badly, for being a complete bastard around him. Sora didn't blame him too much, but the Kilik here? Wasn't even from the same point as the one that did that to him. It was complicated and stupid. Whatever. As long as whatever he was doing to the poor naive retard made him content enough to leave him be afterward, Sora didn't care what he did anymore.
Back to the current situation: keeping away from those trying to pin him down. While it's all well and good they just want to help, they didn't bother asking if he actually wanted his eye back. Not like that, anyways. Fucking hell, man. Did he even really get a say in it? Sure didn't sound like it to him. He wasn't liking the idea of being babied so much. He liked the attention, oh yes. But being treated like an incompetent and useless little brat? Pissed him off. He didn't need that shit, especially not from himself.
Just keeping to himself for now, up on the roof. A little combat training, right? He didn't need some kid he barely knew telling him he can't protect himself. He could fight just fine, thanks. He wasn't the Wind King for the Regalia alone, regardless how others viewed him. Careful not to blast his little jackal off the rooftops, practicing those quick jabs in the air, using his self-generated wind to further power them. He loved the nice crisp snap and pop they made when he drove through with a sheet of wind before the actual punch. While he didn't have too much in terms of muscle, he knew tricks to make those hits sting damn well and leave a mark.
One-two, one-two, one-two-SNAP.
Just keep going, going... well, his right was a little sluggish, but hey he couldn't help it, what with his eye missing and all that.