Even still, the moment his feet were back in those clackity clack heeled boots of his, the boy was just itching for a good fight. And good fights put him in the highest of spirits! It seemed, however, that fate would not bring him into the midst of a chaotic signature, but one far more similar than his own. Not that it mattered anyway since sparing could be just as good. After following it a bit, he felt like it was pretty close, but... He couldn't quite see them yet. It was tiny, so... Yeah, probably a cat.
"Alright, who the ******** is out there? It's a cat, ain't it? If it's you, Yumi, I'm punting you across right into the wall." He called out, a surprising lack of malice in his voice. Who knew that even Chara could be in a good mood. His wounds were healed, it was summer time so no classes, and hell, he even found himself not feeling as alone as he did before. It all seemed far too good to be true but ******** it, he'd enjoy it for as long as he could. Even cats didn't feel as evil as they could be today. But if it really was Yumi, that ******** douchecanoe of a cat, well, maybe his mood would turn sour.
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