Open RP. Katou tries to fly.
During the war, Katou never got much of a chance to practice flying with his new wings. He had used them, of course, when he was pretending to be Setsuna to lure Michael and Raphael down to Assiah, but then he had only been gliding, and with Uriel's instructions.
Now, he had far too much time on his hands, and nothing to do to pass it. This was especially true during the evenings when Setsuna and Kira and Sara were asleep. Since Katou didn't sleep, he was frequently bored. Sometimes (a lot of the time) he practiced his guitar, and sometimes he stole his iPod from Setsuna to listen to (but he always put it back before Setsuna woke up). He had been getting into the habit of going on rides, which was fun sometimes, and sometimes he watched movies. Sometimes, he'd play with the kitten, Little Rascal, but most of the time, Little Rascal prefered to curl up with Setsuna and sleep in the evenings (which was stupid. Cats never slept in the evenings. Their job was to keep people awake during the evenings).
Tonight, he was standing on top of buildings with all three of his wings spread, jumping off them and trying to fly. He was fine with gliding, for a while, but as soon as he tried to flap his wings, he'd plummet back to Earth.
"This sucks," he muttered to himself, climbing back on top of the castle. "What the hell am I doing wrong?"
Now, he had far too much time on his hands, and nothing to do to pass it. This was especially true during the evenings when Setsuna and Kira and Sara were asleep. Since Katou didn't sleep, he was frequently bored. Sometimes (a lot of the time) he practiced his guitar, and sometimes he stole his iPod from Setsuna to listen to (but he always put it back before Setsuna woke up). He had been getting into the habit of going on rides, which was fun sometimes, and sometimes he watched movies. Sometimes, he'd play with the kitten, Little Rascal, but most of the time, Little Rascal prefered to curl up with Setsuna and sleep in the evenings (which was stupid. Cats never slept in the evenings. Their job was to keep people awake during the evenings).
Tonight, he was standing on top of buildings with all three of his wings spread, jumping off them and trying to fly. He was fine with gliding, for a while, but as soon as he tried to flap his wings, he'd plummet back to Earth.
"This sucks," he muttered to himself, climbing back on top of the castle. "What the hell am I doing wrong?"