[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDMBIWAj2j4]Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url][/h3][b]JULY 1ST 2015, WEDNESDAY
Afterschool[/b]

After not having attended meetings for a while, being at the archery range was a breath of fresh air for Sato. Well, not literally, seeing as the whole place just kind of smelled like a mixture of sweat, leather, and resin. But it felt good to fire a bow outside of the mirror world for once, being able to just practice and hone his technique without worrying about fucking up and potentially getting hit with something a little more painful than a misfired string. Speaking of Sato's bow technique, he started to notice his improvements. It wasn't zero-to-hero or anything, but his shots were noticeably more consistent and accurate. It was kind of an ego boost to have a few other people around to see it, to be honest.

	It was just as Sato completely messed up a shot, accidentally nailing the section of backboard just above the target, that Rokurou called him over, having just arrived, but not without a goofy smirk. He'd definitely had walked in on [i]just[/i] that last shot, missing the rest of his relatively impressive score. Sato started to internally diss Rokurou's own shooting skills, but he quickly realized that they hadn't gone against each other for what felt like forever.

	Rokurou set down the bag he carried, likely full of his own equipment. Seeing the tip of the bow arm poke out reminded Sato of how painfully awkward it was carrying his own stuff around to use for the mirror world, as it felt vaguely... illegal. It probably wasn't, but he didn't know for sure, and that was what bugged him. Especially considering he used Rokurou's modified arrows. Regardless, it was kind of a smart thing to do since equipment left in the locker was considered free to use by anyone, meaning most of it tends to get a little damaged by the [i]less experienced[/i] members.

	"You're here early," Rokurou said, walking over to a small cabinet where they kept most of the essential papers. A bit questionable, but apparently he kept copies of anything actually essential so Sato tried not to worry about any form of petty sabotage. The club president pulled out a folded up wad of papers from his back pocket and messed around with the contents of a binder, doing who knows what with the crumpled sheets. "It's more surprising you're here at all," He added on. Sato felt the second part wasn't necessary, but whatever.

	"Yeah, well. I was busy, okay?" Sato replied, setting his bow against the side of a nearby equipment locker.

	"Sure you were." Rokurou blew some air out of his nose, purposely obnoxiously loud. Just in case Sato didn't hear it normally. "I would ask, but that's not my business what you're fucking around with, so at least you're here now."

	Sato slumped his shoulders a bit and rolled his eyes to side.  "I mean, I was just... tired. I wanted to come, don't get me wrong, it's just that--"

	"Dude. I said I don't care." He shut the binder for dramatic effect, shoving it haphazardly back into the pile inside the cabinet drawer. With whatever that was done, Rokurou threw his uniform jacket aside and pulled out his bow. He started to string it using the old-fashioned way, so Sato took a small step away. "I'm a bit more cheesed that you haven't talked to me at all in like three weeks. I even shot you a few texts, man! What's up with that?"

	Sato had less explanation for that, unfortunately. He hadn't really talked to anyone since he had gotten kidnapped besides Mako and that one time he helped Rokurou study. It only then occurred to Sato that people might be a little... concerned, for him.

	Luckily, before Sato ran out of time to think of a good answer, Rokurou changed the subject. "Hey, is that guy waving at us?" He pointed behind Sato and over to the door, and sure enough, Sato turned around to see Mako coming towards them. It was then that he suddenly remembered he had sent a text to Mako about meeting up there, so he played his surprise off real cool like, leaning onto the locker after his sudden pivot. Unfortunately, he forgot he left his bow there and promptly knocked it off, clamoring against the floor uncomfortably loudly.

	Anyways. Sato gave a knowingly awkward smile, ignoring Rokurou's giggling behind him. "I see you got my text." He said, picking his bow up from the floor.

	"Oh, you can text this guy but not me?" Rokurou butted in, bumping Sato in the shoulder. A few seconds of silence and disapproving looks proved effective in repelling Rokurou, however. "Oh, I see how it is! Well, whatever. I wanted to get some practice in anyway. You better talk to me later, asshole." And with that, Rokurou took a handful of arrows from his archery bag and moved over to the firing line, squaring himself off with the target as he walked up to it.

	Sato rubbed the back of his hair. "Um, anyways... I'm glad to see that you're back at school. If you want to talk about the whole, um, 'thing', then I'm pretty much free. To talk."