The pair walked up to the signing stand, an old man, using a worn out walking stick to keep himself somewhat up right. He seemed worn out, tired almost but had a look of pure determination on his face. When he finally reached his stand, the boy behind him also halted to a stop, gazing around at the place, blinking, trying to memorise as much of the dusty scenery as he could.
The man behind the desk looked at the pair, titling his head to the side to get a good look at the boy, probbaly still a child and then his attention was caught by the old man sharply hitting his walking stick on the table.
"Oh sorry, how can i help?" The man cleared his throat, giving the elderly gentleman a small sheepish smile, but it faded as the senior citizen peered at him, an annoyed murmur coming from his throat.
"I am here to sign my grandson up for the tournament, i suppose this is where he adds his name?" He asked in a strong tone that seemed strange coming from such a frail looking body. The man behind the desk almost laughed but quite rightly remebered himself, and the look the old man was giving him made him blush in embarrassment.
"You sure he isn't a little...young?" The man asked, peering back over at the boy, trying to tie his bandanna tighter, chuntering as the light fabric got caught in a knot.
"He would not be entering if I was not sure now would he." The old man did not like this young thing, the kind that would look at a book and then toss it aside becasue the cover was dull.
"Let me handle this, Grandpa." The boy said, moving up to the old man, but he barely reached his head, hands on his hips as he looked at the taller man.
"What, what?" his grandfather asked and the boy rolled his eyes, clearly this was something he was used to.
"I said: LET ME HANDLE THIS GRANDPA." He shouted, screamed really, the man behind the desk jumped but his grandfather smiled and nodded his head, stepping to the side.
"I'd like to sign up please!" He grinned up at the man, and then half expected to be patted on the head, cleared his throat and put on a more serious face. The man blinked, gave the boy arched eyebrows and then moved the scroll, brush and dipping ink towards him.
"How old are you boy?" He asked as the young one went to pick up the brush, dipping it lightly before delicately and carefully writing out his name.
"Turned eighteen last week, and it's Lei, not boy!" Lei said with a frown, pushing the scroll and brush back.
"Okie...Lei Shin-Fei." The man said, reading off the boys name, highly doubting that that was his real age. "And what's you technique." He peered down at the boy, but Lei gave him a cheeky grin, tapped the side of his nose and leant in.
"If i told you that, it would spoil the surprise." He stood back, bowed and then looked at his grandfather who gave him an approving nod of his head.














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I'm really looking forward to this now XD
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"He was tall, pale and stick thin. No one wanted to date someone who looked like the poster child for anorexia." - Babel Fish.
"My Dyslexia deserves a good punch in the mouth." - BMF
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I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet
Lovely icon made by ~candy-pixels
Miss Jezebel "The Lady"
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