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picfor1000 and write drabbles inspired by them that are NOT 1000 words because that's a lot for me ;) 201 Words.
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"We did this in Junior High," Fuji remembers suddenly, picking up a ball with a blue stripe around it. Tezuka nods.
"It was a good idea then, and it's a good idea now." He insists. "It's good to work on my speed and co-ordination regularly."
Fuji just nods along to the dialogue that never really needs to be said, and yet they trade it back and forth anyway, perhaps just to make sure they don't lose their voices. He picks up the basket of balls and walks exactly seventeen steps away from where Tezuka stands, avoiding the coloured cones as he does so.
"There are more colours than before," he says, looking down into the basket as he places it on the ground.
"I'm older now," Tezuka points out, "with a higher skill level."
It doesn't make a difference; red, yellow, blue, green, black, white, pink, purple, orange or brown, Tezuka does not miss a single one. He calls them in the air every single time before aiming, and Fuji knows he is right before they hit.
"You did not miss a single one the last time, either." He says fondly. Tezuka's eyes narrow.
"You did." He replies. "On purpose."
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picfor1000 and write drabbles inspired by them that are NOT 1000 words because that's a lot for me ;) 201 Words.-
catwalksalone's earth image: here.
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"We did this in Junior High," Fuji remembers suddenly, picking up a ball with a blue stripe around it. Tezuka nods.
"It was a good idea then, and it's a good idea now." He insists. "It's good to work on my speed and co-ordination regularly."
Fuji just nods along to the dialogue that never really needs to be said, and yet they trade it back and forth anyway, perhaps just to make sure they don't lose their voices. He picks up the basket of balls and walks exactly seventeen steps away from where Tezuka stands, avoiding the coloured cones as he does so.
"There are more colours than before," he says, looking down into the basket as he places it on the ground.
"I'm older now," Tezuka points out, "with a higher skill level."
It doesn't make a difference; red, yellow, blue, green, black, white, pink, purple, orange or brown, Tezuka does not miss a single one. He calls them in the air every single time before aiming, and Fuji knows he is right before they hit.
"You did not miss a single one the last time, either." He says fondly. Tezuka's eyes narrow.
"You did." He replies. "On purpose."
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