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Kise Ryouta ([personal profile] yellowcopycat) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552016-02-05 12:11 pm
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Ball is Life (Also, Ryouta doesn't want a mullet)

Who: Ryouta Kise and Marty McFly
What: Marty and Ryouta (anyone who wants to watch)
When: Before the 'In reaching Out' event. (January 28th or there's about)
Where: Virgo courts
Warnings: Ryouta really loves basketball.

Ryouta really doesn't want a mullet.

He really, really doesn't.

So he doesn't go easy on Marty McFly at all.

He's got a decent amount of height on Marty, being 6'2" (he'll swear he's 6'3" though, he hasn't been measured recently, so he should get on that), and he's a natural athlete that trains daily. He wasn't lying when he said he was a monster on the court.

He wins. Easily. One could say he even slaughtered Marty.

Still, he's happy. He hasn't really played with anyone except Nariko and some kids, and that was back in November.

He turns, beaming at Marty and then eyes Marty's hair critically.

"You know," he began, a sly smile forming across his lips. "Since this bet was for me to get a hair cut, seems only fair that you get one since you lost."
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[personal profile] heymcfly 2016-02-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
OH GOD.

"H-Hey, hey hey! C'mon, man! Can't I at least keep some of my pride...?"

Marty is pretty much going to cry. Like, this is embarrassing. Painfully embarrassing.
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[personal profile] hanginginthere 2016-02-06 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Click!

Marty's expression is now immortalized for all time on Shen's memory card. Awesome, isn't it?

"What about a little stripe of it colored...? You know, like." He reaches up to thumb some of his bangs. "It could look nice."
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[personal profile] heymcfly 2016-02-06 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
HOT PINK.

Marty just got into a band as a lead guitar, which had been his biggest dream since he was born. He's in an awesome band with awesome bandmates, and just when he thinks he's made it big, he's going to get his hair dyed hot pink. Or peach. Marty's not sure whether to cry now or later. There will be tears.

There's a flash of light, and yep. He just got his picture taken looking like he's about to cry. If this goes on a tabloid, he's going to be a hermit for about a year.

But oh god, there's some salvation! He doesn't want a bleach job, but he'd rather it be bleached than pink. Or even with a little pink stripe. "Bleach! Let's bleach!" He offers a smile. A very, very strained smile. "Just bleach."