[AURP || Starter ] The Ball's in K.G.'s court.
After a few days settling in with the starting semester, Keiji roamed about the city, his fashion statement bright, being the kind of guy to wear neon colors and all. He sported a half zipped neon pink hoodie and yes, he was one of those kinds of guys that had no shame in wearing pink.Ā With it, he wore white baseball cap, a neon blue shirt with a black graffiti looking design and a pair of fresh white cargo shorts and a pair of neon blue sneakers. Pretty happeninā, right? Anyway, after strolling along the busy areas, he ventured into a pretty quiet one, mostly with an assortment of little shops and a convenient store here and there. From the hood of his bright hoodie, that little companion of his, Yumekichi popped those beady little black eyes out, scouting out the current environment. That little mouth opened, letting out a squeaky uki that caught on Keijiās attention. His head canted a bit, eyes trailing to his small friend.
"Whatās up?" It looked like the little guy was pointing somewhere, too. The little guy leaped from that hoodie hammock of his and crawled over Keijiās shoulder, sitting up right with his finger pointing onward. His eyes followed, still a little on the confused end, but he finally got attention of what his little friend was spotting out. An idle outdoor basketball court.
"Whoa, check it out." His feet just moved on their own, drawn to the court with a momentary flash back of his highschool days when he was a 2nd year joining the basketball club. With his build and height he was a natural at the sport, an all around ace with his talent. Once making it into the court, he took a look at the backboard, hoops and nets. The place was in pretty good condition from the looks of it. With his mind reminiscing of the slightly younger days, the pocket sized primate leaped from Keijiās towering height, landing at the hands and feet to scamper off and squeaked. Once he snapped back into reality he spotted his little buddy next to a basketball.
"Oh, sweet!" There goes his body acting on itās own again, traversing to the ball, picking it up to toss it just a little, watching it spin in the air before falling back to them, checking out itās condition by appearance and testing it with a few quick dribbles, running back to the 3 point line of the court. After moving his body in place for a bit, he steadied himself, taking a crouching stance. Then his body straightened with a hop, lifting the ball overhead and releasing it. The ball arched in the air toward the hoop, ricocheting off the backboard to the rim, bouncing right out.
āYikes, Iām rusty.ā Depression took his face, a little disappointed, but understood it had been a couple years since he even last played the sport. He chased the ball, picking it back up, immediately bouncing it while trotting his way back to the 3 point line, prepping again. Crouch, leap, shoot! ā¦Another miss.
"Ah, man this is embarrassing." He laughed to himself, giving the shot another try, though this time he took his time. With instinct, he analyzed his distance, his strength and what he did to make himself miss. Adjusting his strength just so, he hopped letting the ball leave the tips of his fingers, flying to the hoop. The ball banged against the backboard and fell through the hoop.
"There we go. I knew I still had it in me." A grin spread across his face, chasing the and continuously shooting it to the point where he got his grove back in shooting 3 point shots while Yumekichi sat his little butt to the side watching without getting bored.
