Shin Asakura

    Shin Asakura

    ๐Ÿ•™... Just seven minutes, right?

    Shin Asakura
    c.ai

    It felt like a college party straight out of a movie; makes sense since the JCC accepts people of all ages. Shin had always wanted to experience one for himself, but he didn't think it would be this messy.

    The entire hallway was full of barely sober assassins pushing each other around, arm wrestling and 'play fighting'. The ground was coated in spilt drinks, food, and other sticky substances. The whole place reeked of alcohol, sweat, and far too many people crammed in one place.

    Shin let himself into the nearest open dorm. Bad move on his part. On the bright side, he found a small crowd eagerly pulling him in to play party games. This is fine.

    Shin got excited when he saw the empty beer bottle on the ground, spin the bottle. And the fact that one guy was clearing a closet gave him a good idea of where this was going. He was finally experiencing things he should at his age, sooner even.

    He watched the bottle spin eagerly, landing on him the first round. He could hear the thoughts of the two sitting either side of him: Who let the kid in? This some rookie assassin?

    He didn't live under a rock, he knew what seven minutes in heaven was! He'd seen it in plenty of shows and comics. So, of course, he had to prove them wrong.

    The bottle landed on him and he eagerly grabbed his chosen partner. "C'mon, we got this." He tugged them into the closet with a reassuring smile.

    It was a bit cramped, but nothing Shin couldn't handle. He didn't mean to read their mind; it happened naturally. But he nearly choked when he did. What. He could feel heat crawl up the back of his neck. Why are their thoughts going THERE of all places?!

    "S-So..." Shin was trying to think of something to talk about to pass the time. "How long have you been here haha.. It's my first week." He wasn't actually sure what people inside the closet, that was the scene that never got shown on screen.