[closed] STRIKE OUT

[horrifictie]

Who ⬤ Harry, Kim, Kamui, Andy
What ⬤ Bowling Match
When ⬤ Early July
Where ⬤ Sutoku Region Bowling Alley
Content Warnings ⬤ N/A




With the blood rain and cursed nightmares gone, there's a promise that must be fulfilled. The bowling match of the century: Harry & Andy vs Kim & Kamui. The prize: the right to brag and sneer over the losers. The most important thing isn't winning, but that your enemies *lose*.

Comments

[metafictions]

She's-- she's something, yeah.

[Kamui, meanwhile, averts his gaze from Andy as Kim speaks, expression inscrutable. A wildcard indeed.]

I think you're right. Her aim's good-- with a firearm, anyway-- so we'll just have to see if it carries over to the game. Most likely? She'll put up a good fight, then play dirty, if she were losing and needed to turn the tide.

[Idly, Kamui drums his fingers on his upper arm; here's hoping she really is a great bowler and doesn't need to start pulling out the old shenanigans playbook.]

So, we focus on the game, and not on them. Sounds easy enough.

[And hopefully not easier said than done.]

[aceslow]

[ Something? Sometimes a lack of a reaction is more telling than a reaction in and of itself. Kamui earns a quizzical glance at that, but Kim is not in the business of prying, even when the other person would really, really like him to, and so he doesn't. If his rejoinder of, ] That's right. Keep your head in the game, [ is a little more stern than it needs to be, then so be it. ]

There's really no playing dirty in bowling, anyway. Short of making a nuisance of yourself and attempting to distract the other player. Unless you're thinking of something I'm not?

[metafictions]

Oh, no. Nothing in particular.

[He is very much thinking of something in particular. Fortunately, Kim's stern tone does all the heavy lifting to get him back to attention: bowling's serious, and they're going to win this one. Any possible flirting-slash-mindgames-slash-flirting mindgames notwithstanding.

He straightens, no longer fidgeting, drains the last dregs of that beer, and shoots another sheepish grin up at Kim.]

Anyway. I don't think I've gotten to spend time with all three of you... [a beat.] Ever, actually. So let's have some fun with this, too.

[aceslow]

[ Kim pats Kamui's shoulder in passing as he approaches the lanes, scrutinizing the battlefield in front of them. Sounding entirely too cheerful about the matter, he says, ] There will be time for fun after we win. While we rub it in their faces.

[ Kamui is right, though, isn't he? This is proper mingling. When was the last time he did that? ]

We'll be sure to grab some nice, non-competitive dinner once we're done. As a compromise.

[metafictions]

[Kim, you're scary when you wanna win. The touch to the shoulder signals Kamui to follow, however; he promptly abandons his mug on the table to join Kim in surveying the lanes.]

Deal.

[Once more Kamui feels out the weight of that bowling ball, now back in his hands proper. He's uncertain of whether it feels correct because it actually is the right weight for him, or due to the powers of suggestion, but either way, he's ready.]

Winner's choice, of course. I'll let you do the honors, Kim-- I think I chose the restaurant the last time we ate together, anyway.