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Danger Shop, After Classes
Jun. 21st, 2010 08:18 pmWith all of the hustle and bustle of living in the cabins, and then moving to a different dorm room and the reserves and just generally wondering what the heck was going on back in Midgar, it had been easy to lose sight of the really important things in life.
Things like swinging large pointed sheets of metal around in the company of people who had far more experience swinging not as large but just as pointed lengths of metal around, for starters. It had been way, way too long since Zack had gotten a practise spar in with somebody, and so he was looking forward to this, quite a bit.
Which possibly explained the anxious rocking from foot to foot that he was doing, here.
"Man, I hope I'm not too rusty."
He had extra potions, just in case.
[For one!]
Things like swinging large pointed sheets of metal around in the company of people who had far more experience swinging not as large but just as pointed lengths of metal around, for starters. It had been way, way too long since Zack had gotten a practise spar in with somebody, and so he was looking forward to this, quite a bit.
Which possibly explained the anxious rocking from foot to foot that he was doing, here.
"Man, I hope I'm not too rusty."
He had extra potions, just in case.
[For one!]
