Kanji, who seems to materialize out of nothing, smacks the wicked man in the head with what appears to be a sandwich board. Kanji shouts, the man seems to curse, Kanji flips him off and then...
The man disappears into nothing.
Even I can admit to being a little shaken.
"K-Kanji-kun..." I don't like the stutter in my voice, or the way my cheeks feel a little warm. "You... what are you doing here?"
My gun is still out, and a hastily slide it back into its holster.
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Date: 2012-11-09 08:37 pm (UTC)Kanji, who seems to materialize out of nothing, smacks the wicked man in the head with what appears to be a sandwich board. Kanji shouts, the man seems to curse, Kanji flips him off and then...
The man disappears into nothing.
Even I can admit to being a little shaken.
"K-Kanji-kun..." I don't like the stutter in my voice, or the way my cheeks feel a little warm. "You... what are you doing here?"
My gun is still out, and a hastily slide it back into its holster.