Yang.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ─ ✪ ✪ ✪ ─ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ꜰɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀❬ #SFRP ◦ #MVRP ❭ ⠀⠀

I’m in danger.

Rollerblading down the concrete playground, passing up no chance at a trick as he makes his afternoon rounds of food deliveries. Delivered neatly and to instruction without ever breaking his skating flow.

“Your stance is like a blank canvas, I’d be happy to paint a tale of defeat across it.”

“Lose track of me for a second in a fight and you might as well’ve just handed me the win.”

“Back to it. Skates won’t pay for themselves.”

NOODLES COMIN’ THROUGH!

Swipes @SteelQuestion’s fedora.

On autopilot as he rollerblades backwards down the sidewalk, somewhere between relying on instinct and dumb luck to avoid bumping into anyone. Head’s in the clouds.

“Tch, all the fun’s where I ain’t.”

“Nothin’ like the sound of wheels against a rail!”

“Tch, amateur hour never ends.”

“Read one, two steps ahead…” Muttered under breath as he goes through his spiritual and physical warm-ups, gracefully flexing and awakening every muscle whilst attuning his mind and soul to his style. “…And be like water.”

Heads up, rollerblading Yang soaring by overhead.

“PLEASE do not try to talk to me right now. I’m busy trying to forget this happened.”