[Potironette]

((I feel like I'm losing my feel for what kind of character Luck is D:. Result is no plot ideas. Granted, he was never really crystallized, but still ><'))

Taking a piece of paper from the stack, Luck frowned darkly as he wondered how long he felt like playing the "nice guy." You are what you make yourself appear to others, he'd always believed. He looked over at Rune who was doodling, his head down. He wondered if he should start bullying the boy again, before he felt a painful churning in his heart and swallowed, then turned away.

He walked back to his table and harshly drew a long line down the middle. Then sighed, and flipped it over. There was the cliff on the right. That circle would be a moon on the left. And there was a figure on that cliff. And a large abyss before the moon. A bird drawn wrong was falling in the air. Another one was flying to replace it.

He tore up the page when the bell rang.

Gym now.