"Shredded"

Asher's ears were met by the clatter of a board tumbling between feet, then landing with a satisfying clack! before rolling away.

"Ohh!" he hollered, the cheer soon met by the clank of Matsumoto's prosthetics coming together.

"Hell yeah," Jordan said with a grin as he rolled back to Ash and Matsumoto, "A perfect 4-point pop shuvit. Good shit, right?"

"Damn, how long'd it take you to pull it off?" asked Asher.

"You remember I was trying to land these back when we were kids," Jordan popped his skateboard up and caught it, "Honestly, it never even registered when I finally managed to do it consistently. I just realized one day, 'Shit, I'm actually good at this!'"

"Good stuff, man, good stuff," Ash complimented. Matsumoto followed with a nod, her black hair swaying slightly. A sudden chortle came from Jordan.

"You know, I don't think we were really introduced properly," he said to Matsumoto, "Jordan Liao."

Matsumoto nodded again and smiled-- genuinely smiled. One of pleasure and joy, devoid of any shallow politeness. Despite this, she stepped back with a clear intention of staying at a distance from Jordan.

"She, ehm," Ash coughed, "She's a bit... nonverbal. I-I'm sure you read about what happened to her in Palestine."

The scars on Matsumoto's back began to sting. The breeze on her midriff pulled out a sudden wince. Her hips tightened.

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