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    // since you made the thread i could start if you'd like! though before i post, how many paragraphs do you typically write? just so i don't go overboard or write too little, i like matching the person i'm roleplaying with cx

    ;; ah, being honest it really depends on my mood and what you're comfortable with. i also like to match the person i roleplay with just so i don't end up having too much or too little. i say usually a paragraph (three to six+ sentences) or more. i'm not picky though so whatever you're comfortable with.

    // hope this is alright ^^


    At the age of 10 Kuroo already knows he's stronger and more skilled than most boys his age and even those who are older. As much as he would like to think it's due to his effort in training, he can't deny that the majority of it has to do with the fact that his father just so happened to be Ares, god of war. Not that Kuroo had a very high opinion of his father to begin with (he hadn't stuck around to actually meet Kuroo), but he could appreciate the natural gifts he was given. The golden blood in his veins didn't deter his mother from treating him much differently, though. He still had to run errands, train with the other boys who wanted to be warriors when they grew up or were simply forced to, and celebrate the gods on festival days. Even so, his family was still held in high esteem, a seasoned war veteran having taken his mother's hand in marriage and occupying the role of patriarch for the young boy. It was for these reasons that he found himself running through the crowded streets of the market, servant lagging behind him, to help pick up some last minute produce for the feast his family was holding to honor another god.


    Kuroo was a bit of a rambunctious child and was wearing a grin that reached his ears. The festivities always put him in a good mood, just like the rest of the city, and he was a bit distracted. Which was probably the reason why he didn't realize there was a shorter figure in front of him, and before he knew it Kuroo crashed straight into the other.

    ;; it's great! c:


    Some say that being nine years old would have its perks. You were young, a child, still had all the time in the world to grow up and become better than you were. For a child such as Kenma though, he believed no such things. There were a list of options at this time that people could choose to grow into, to be, and to do that you had to be good at those things. The goal that Kenma happened to be working towards was something that required strength, smarts, and all of the above. But he lacked in many of those areas. He wasn't social, he wasn't strong, he didn't even have a voice. All the things that made many great warriors were things he did not have and could not dream of having. There was one thing that was special about him though- something many others lacked. It was his ability to observe, strategize, and predict. When it came to fighting he did not rely on strength, he relied purely on instinct and what he could see. Every little detail was a big detail for him. Truth was, it had not been exactly Kenma's choice to start heading towards a warriors path. Yes, he made the choice and dealt with it but it wasn't exactly what he wanted.


    The day the festival had rolled around, Kenma was out walking. Searching for something he'd dropped. Yes, he happened to lose an item in the middle of a festival. He knew there was no way he was going to find it with all these people and most likely someone had taken it already. But the small item happened to not be his, so he was set on finding it. While glancing around, he hadn't noticed the shape flying at him. He'd been so focused on looking, and with all the loud noise around him, there was no way he could have noticed it coming. He let out a yelp as he was knocked into and sent on a path straight towards the ground. Luckily he was able to slide an arm out so the earth only clawed at the skin from his elbow to his wrist. The landing still did not feel great though. Wincing slightly he was going to move to sit up but he kept his gaze down towards the ground.

    A collision at his normal jogging speed should probably have ended up with having the wind knocked out of him, but Kuroo didn't feel any repercussions from the crash. Whether it was because the boy he'd run into was fairly small or because he was used to sparring with some of the older boys, he couldn't be sure. Either way he was a bit mortified at what had happened, especially since he seemed just fine but the other had definitely fallen over on impact. "I'm so sorry," he apologized quickly, extending a hand to the boy in order to help him get up. He looked younger, though only a year or two so. Definitely just as much of a kid as Kuroo was. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Should I get help?" Kuroo continued to ramble, wanting to make sure he hadn't hurt the stranger. Somewhere behind him, his servant caught up to them and had a rather disapproving look on her face, but said nothing.

    Kenma tensed up at suddenly being asked so many questions. It was mighty confusing and to him, a bit scary. He'd never really had someone apologize to him so it was an odd treatment. Slowly he tilted his piercing golden gaze up to the stranger which resulting in his eyes widening slightly. It was in less than a second that he noticed the boy's servant, or at least he assumed the lady was a servant. "No, no to all of that, i'm fine." He responded quickly, turning his head to avoid looking at the boy any longer.


    For some reason he did feel like he knew the boy, not having met him but should at least know his name. Nothing came to mind for him though. Kenma realized that his hand had reached out to take the hand offered to him but the moment his fingers touched the strange boy's he pulled his hand back. This resulted in his own hand still resting in the air, his fingers lightly curled towards his palm as if representing a cats paw. In reality he was just debating on whether to actually take the boy's hand or not, frozen on the spot.

    The smaller boy seemed a bit shy, and Kuroo hoped he hadn't actually scared the other. He liked to think that he had a friendly disposition, but there was only so much he could do about his messy hair and mischievous eyes. He'd also practically just tackled the other to the ground, so there was that. In order to try and make amends aside from just apologizing over and over, Kuroo gave the other a toothy grin, but when the boy looked up he'd manage d to catch a glimpse of his golden gaze, making Kuroo's lips form an 'o'. "Woah, you have really cool eyes," he said unabashedly. His smile returned when the other's hand was stretched out to his, thinking he would take it, but once their fingers touched the younger boy seemed to flinch away.


    Rather than being hurt or offended, Kuroo only glanced at his own hand with a puzzled expression before settling his gaze back on the other's curled up fingers. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd pulled away, but the path was crowded and the boy was still on the ground, which wasn't the safest thing in the world on a busy festival day, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Quite literally. Kuroo grabbed onto the strange boy, noticing just how small his hands were, and gave a gentle squeeze. "Come on, people will get mad if we don't get out of the way," he told the other, knowing that's probably what the servant was concerned about even if she wasn't saying anything.

    Kenma's gaze quickly drifted back to the boy as he felt the other's warm touch. "O-Okay." After being able to look at the boy again he realized that the other really didn't appear intimidating, truth was he looked pretty nice. Kinda funny too, not in how he looked but that's what he felt the personality would sort of be like. After a few more seconds he moved to allow the larger boy's help as he knew what the other said was true. He definitely did not want to cause any more trouble or have any more attention on himself.


    Even though he'd just gotten over his fear and had accepted the helping offer, his mind jumped back to the comment that had originally been first made. It was not the first time someone had told him that his eyes were cool or beautiful but that comment had been one he usually received from adults. Many other kids seemed to think his eyes were strange and kind of freaky. But with thinking this he could not hold the boy's gaze for long and glanced away again, with a mental note that the other's eyes were really cool too.

    Kuroo beamed as the other finally seemed okay with him grabbing his hand, but when his servant cleared her throat he pulled his gaze away from the boy. The servant looked a bit exasperated and eager to be back on the move, especially since they'd gone here for a purpose and it still hadn't been fulfilled. Kuroo fought the pout that threatened to form on his lips and instead helped the other to his feet. Even once he was sure the stranger was steady he didn't let go of his hand, because gods forbid they end up getting separated without even properly meeting each other. Kuroo therefore made it his priority to introduce himself. "I'm Kuroo, by the way. Kuroo Tetsurou," he said with a casual confidence that came from having to introduce himself to adults held in high regard all his life.


    Kuroo's servant had given up at this point and left them to their own devices, announcing where she would be before heading out. Kuroo technically wasn't supposed to be on his own, but it wasn't the first time and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Most of the servants who were experienced in having to look after him knew he could take care of himself despite his troublemaking tendency. Besides, most of the time his way with words allowed him to get out of any undesirable situations.

    Kenma tilted his head at the name. 'Kuroo?' He thought, running the name through his head. He'd heard that name before. He tried to remember what he could about this person but nothing much came to mind. It so happened that even though he studied people he didn't listen in on their lives or the news as he never really cared. His thoughts quickly jumped as he realized Kuroo had not yet let go of his hand but he didn't comment nor did he pull his hand away as he felt that would make the scenario plenty more awkward.


    "Kenma . . . Kozume." He said quietly, looking down. Kenma felt much smaller than usual for some reason. Adults had always made him feel very small, due to how most of them talked and stood. But being in front of Kuroo made him feel really small at the moment. It was true that Kenma happened to be smaller than other boys his age, a whole lot smaller and more fragile looking.

    "Nice to meet you," Kuroo said politely, although the excitement of having learned this no-longer-stranger's name was hardly concealed despite his polite tone. He jogged his own memories as he inwardly wondered if he'd ever met anyone related to Kenma or heard of the name before, but nothing came to mind. He didn't think he'd seen him in training or sparring matches before either. Not that it mattered; Kenma had already piqued his interest. "Are you going to the festival?" he asked with plain curiosity, meanwhile leading the way out of the center of the streets with Kenma's hand in his. It was getting far too crowded and the noise made it hard to talk with his newfound friend.


    Everyone who wanted to be in good favor with the gods would be attending the festival, with several offerings and games and dancing involved, so even though Kuroo had asked he sort of just assumed that the answer was yes. Who wouldn't want to participate in the festivities? His father, well, step-father had suggested he participate in some of the sparring matches or races in order to catch the gods' attention as well as bring a good name to their household, and Kuroo was still considering whether or not he would. If Kenma would be present, then he would definitely want to win and impress the other.

    Kenma stared down at their hands as he was pulled along. He noticed that Kuroo's hand was really warm, and almost comforting. Though it seemed to feel a bit rougher as well and from how Kuroo looked he guessed the other was training to be a warrior as well. "Yes." He said in the same near whisper voice. He was a naturally shy person so being thrown into things like this were not easy for him.


    "Are . . . you going to be there?" Kenma decided to ask as he knew it would be more the polite thing to do. A small part of him did want the boy to be going so that maybe he wouldn't end up being bored. Maybe have something to look forward to. He did not know if he was going to do anything in the festival at the moment. Sure, there were sparring and many things but he really did not want to participate He'd trained for so long but there wasn't a part of him that screamed to fight someone else.

    Kuroo smiled at Kenma's response and nodded excitedly. "I am! My step-father wants me to join some of the competitions. I'm kind of nervous though," the boy admitted, because although he knew he was skilled he was still fairly young. There would be plenty of people watching the events and while he was confident in his abilities, there were still nerves. He didn't want to disappoint, and he knew some of the older boys had been training longer than he had. He gave Kenma a sidelong glance. "Are you thinking of joining any?"


    Although Kenma didn't seem particularly muscular, Kuroo knew looks could very well be deceiving. If he was fast or clever enough, he could probably beat some of the other boys who merely relied on brute force and weren't exactly good at thinking on their feet. Then again, he'd be fine with just having Kenma alongside him while they cheered on together. Watching the dancers was always fun too anyways. Kuroo glanced around the market, wondering just how long they had until the majority of the celebrations began.



    Kenma glanced at Kuroo for what managed to be only a second and then looked away. "I'm not really interested. I might but I don't really feel like it." He admitted, just having said the longest sentence to Kuroo he had since they'd run into each other. Truth was, even though Kenma was small his smarts went a long way. He was also surprisingly fast when he needed to be which usually threw people off guard. Since he wasn't much of an attacker usually his opponents would be surprised when he suddenly went into for an actual attack of some kind. But he would only do such things if he knew they would work, he wasn't a risk taker. Though even with this he did not win often because he still lacked in strength.


    "I find it to be . . . kind of boring for me. I know when I'll win or lose, so I don't get the excitement." He added that after a minute, glancing up at the sky then. Kenma wasn't a talkative person by any means but he was saying a bit more to Kuroo than he would the average person. He was saying full sentences at least.

    Kuroo blinked, a bit stunned to hear so many words coming from the other at once. It only made him happen, though, since he hoped it meant Kenma was starting to feel more comfortable. After a pause Kuroo nodded slowly at what the boy had said. "If it's no fun, and you don't wanna do it, then it makes sense not to," he agreed simply, although he was curious about how Kenma fought. He didn't want to push the boy he had just met into doing something he didn't want to. As an afterthought, he added, "You must be really smart if you can tell when you're gonna win or lose though."


    The sun seemed to be at its highest in the sky, and Kuroo took it as a sign that they should get going. "Do you wanna go to the festival together?" he asked, realizing it was probably better to ask than just drag Kenma along with him. Besides, it was possible that Kenma's family was nearby and they were looking for him or were waiting to meet him somewhere. The servant that had accompanied Kuroo had probably finished buying what was needed as well.

    Kenma nodded after a moment. "Yeah." He said simply, now no longer having the courage to say anything else. His mother was not expecting him to be back for a long while. She'd always let Kenma go off on his own as she realized her son was a very much introverted person and Kenma knew that she understood that.


    When Kuroo had made the comment on him being smart he didn't exactly agree. All Kenma did was watch people, it was obvious whether he would win or lose. He knew what he could and couldn't deal with. But he didn't focus on that, he was a bit surprised that Kuroo had invited him to come along with him. Though a part of him knew was that he was actually happy with the offer.

    "Great!" Kuroo said with delight that his offer had been accepted. That being settled, he began to lead the way back to the center of the city where most of the events and ceremonies would take place. Although the festival hadn't technically started, many people had already begun their offerings, drinking and cheering. The closer they got to the makeshift arena the more crowded it got, and his grip on Kenma's hand tightened. They were both still kids, smaller than any adult no matter how strong, and it would be too easy to get lost among the throngs of people.


    Once they arrived just at the edge of the city square, with the area in the middle cleared up for the contests and dancers and such, Kuroo could see a few other boys their age who were getting lectured by parents or mentors. Some of them he even recognized from training sessions. Kuroo stopped walking and scratched the back of his neck, starting to feel more nerves. Even so, the though of sparring in front of such a large crowd got him excited. "Hey, Kenma, if I decide to fight after all, will you cheer for me? I'll definitely win if you do," he said with a nervous laugh.