he's not sure why he bothered. maybe because he just needed to get out. stop moping. just be . . . normal. he could do that. he's still kyle rayner. he hits up one of those shooting game booths, trying to aim at some cartoonish look ducks and failing for the most part. he huffs, shrugging it off. ]
I have shit aim.
[ as jason always said. he's never been one for precision. he mills around the carnival, helping himself to some treats, while eyeing the zombie fingers. ]
Yeah, no. Don't eat that.
[ towards the end, when night comes near, kyle hits up one of the bonfires, listening to the stories quietly, a faint smile on his lips. when asked for one, he chuckles, shaking his head. ]
kyle rayner | dc comics | ota
he's not sure why he bothered. maybe because he just needed to get out. stop moping. just be . . . normal. he could do that. he's still kyle rayner. he hits up one of those shooting game booths, trying to aim at some cartoonish look ducks and failing for the most part. he huffs, shrugging it off. ]
I have shit aim.
[ as jason always said. he's never been one for precision. he mills around the carnival, helping himself to some treats, while eyeing the zombie fingers. ]
Yeah, no. Don't eat that.
[ towards the end, when night comes near, kyle hits up one of the bonfires, listening to the stories quietly, a faint smile on his lips. when asked for one, he chuckles, shaking his head. ]
Sorry. All my stories are boring.