late night 28

[whiteofcrime]

[ For a long, long time he stares at the blank, open pages of his journal, tapping the end of his pencil against the paper, cheek resting against the backs of his fingers. Is this a good idea, he wonders? Will it be any more successful than his previous attempts to get into the martial arts? He's already stretching himself thin juggling magic, work, and survival and he's fumbled even the most basic attempts at self-defence. What's to say learning to wield a weapon won't waste even more time?

He scrubs a hand through his hair and heaves a quiet, dejected sigh. This will be the third time he's opened the journal. Does he want it to be the third time he closes the book without writing a single word? He glances around the storage room nervously, suddenly paranoid that someone will emerge from the stairs or the corridor and ask what he's doing.

This is stupid...

Kaito leans back against the wall and bites his lip. Eventually, he starts to scratch out his request. ]

Hey, everyone. I dunno who still reads these, but is there anyone who'd be able to teach me how to fight? I'm dexterous, good at dodging, and I think I have decent arm strength.

Comments

[byheartandblade]

If you're willing to learn how to use stabbers, I can teach you.

-Fraethota

[humble_scholar]

I believe I could be of some service, if you don't mind another for daggers and twin blades.

This place has always been less than kind to those caught in it.