#nokaydo

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It's not like I missed you, but my aim is bound to improve. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Unlike you, I always hit my target. 

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly-- Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground--The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible

Is this why you left the knights, Kay.

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¯\_(ツ)_/¯

     “...” 

     “What the hell did you do this time, Kay?”

[caliburnus]

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        “Do you recall the dream I once told you of, Brother?”

     Or shall it be Sir Kay? Esteemed Senior Knight of the Round Table? Artoria personally took preference to the former when engaging in private consultations, contents of which were unspokenly sworn to secrecy and kept far from neighboring ears. “--the dream of a lion running across plains.”

     Grazing fingertips traced the outline of a familiar wooden carving, withered under the elements and years’ worth of preservation. Nostalgia swells within her ribs and she breathes memories of times long past. Mayhaps with closed eyes and a heart of hope, the scent of rain-kissed grass will return to her. Not once had it left her side since that day. “It paints itself before me on spontaneous nights. Perhaps it is the weight of a nation that drives my conscious to return to simpler days, but when my sights rest upon this, I am at ease.”

    Just an arm’s length away, the sun finds home in the crevices of his most recent artwork. How magnificent, was it not? How well he captured the image of a bird mid-flight a hunt. “Your skills have improved. It near saddens me to think I can no longer probe at your talents.”