frisbee? more like frisbye.
koromatime
HERE HE was along with the rest of the ‘crowd.’ The crowd mainly referring to the rest of the population of the metropolis which he currently, albeit happily, resides in. For some odd peculiar reason a beach had been driven out from the nothingness, though it was safe to say he had no interest in staying at this new-found section any longer.
Beaches were never his forte, nor were they any sort of priority of his. Though that mindset didn’t loom for long as his eyes set its sight on a lone frisbee which seemed abandoned to an extent. He had hoped it’s previous owner wasn’t a child... or anyone in general, so for good measures Frank had fetched out a small sum of money and switched places with the said toy.
And then, his fingers grasping the object, he went out of his way for a test run. Little did he know that a red-haired man would be passing by anytime now. Without any hesitation, the raven-haired flung out the frisbee-- and then the two things collided-- an angry shout resounding from the other-- ah, so much happens with Frank Zhang.
It didn’t even take a second for his face to go fully red. ❝I--I’m sorry, stranger! I swear I never saw you there!❞
















