::Sitting on a bench, Kuhn absently touches a flower growing next to it, smiling peacefully. Fresh air, flowers... He's been missing the outdoors.  The train is nice, sure, but there's something about courtyards like this that makes him feel content. Yawning loudly, he sinks back further into his seat, and stretches. If it weren't for the fact he ( Read more... )

::Go, go, go, you can do this Kuhn. Hammering at the buttons on Valkyrie Express X, he gently wipes a bead of sweat from his brow as he throws his opponent to the other side of the screen.
Come on, let's crush this guy.
Left, right, punch, kick, kick... This fight is in the bag-- not too much health left on him!! Come on, come on, come on, Kuuuhn ( Read more... )

::They have Guilty Gear XX: Accent Core here. He doesn't know how or why they have a game that old, but there it is, straight in front of him. And, despite feeling a little nervous about how bad the graphics will seem, Kuhn feels drawn to have a go at it, remembering times back in school when he spent hours upon hours with his friends honing his ( Read more... )

::Pulling his ribbon out of his hair, Kuhn stares into the mirror on the door of his room with a scowl. His long, blue hair falling out of its ponytail, Kuhn begins to pull his fingers through it, still trying to get around the feeling of having nearly floor-length hair. Okay, he's never really had short hair-- hell, in grade school, he'd been made ( Read more... )