[Badou’s words were like a well-timed punch, a satisfying Follow Up in combat… maybe the man thought he was bad at many things, but see - he would be a good support type!
Omori bounced on the soles of his feet, satisfied by the sensation of the shoes once more, as he watched…
And Badou did the exact same result.
So much for a Pep Talk -_-
His gaze was somewhat blank at the result, eyes a little hollowed out. Then, he focused on Badou again, giving him an expression like ‘that’s the best you can do?’
Omori’s own shot got closer to the middle; still a ways off, but at least it wasn’t at the edge of the board. Maybe next time he’d be able to ace it. The boy flipped the darts experimentally in his hands, testing their weight again.
I wish I had an icon for the face he might be making XD
Omori bounced on the soles of his feet, satisfied by the sensation of the shoes once more, as he watched…
And Badou did the exact same result.
So much for a Pep Talk -_-
His gaze was somewhat blank at the result, eyes a little hollowed out. Then, he focused on Badou again, giving him an expression like ‘that’s the best you can do?’
Omori’s own shot got closer to the middle; still a ways off, but at least it wasn’t at the edge of the board. Maybe next time he’d be able to ace it. The boy flipped the darts experimentally in his hands, testing their weight again.
Your turn.]