"Blitzball goes on. My old man disappeared when I was seven. People still knew who he was, but they...moved on. What's there to get out of a kid?"
A kid who never had anything he wanted to say about his dad, not to other people. And in turn, no one cares about the words of a seven year old, a ten year old, or so forth. His shadow never entirely left him, but-
"It all came up in blitz club and everyone having something to say, but they were my team too. You just learn to deal with stuff." A shrug, indifferent. "What else can you do?"
About the comments, the remarks, that twist your gut in a way that only you can know and understand - that bug you, but make you look immature for getting bothered by. Sensitive, too soft in the moment.
"Plus," he starts airily, rising onto his feet proper, "if everyone forgot about him completely, I wouldn't be able to show the rest of the world me beating him, you know?"
He says it with a quick flash of a grin, then moves over to the main table where the flower seller keeps an eye on their stall. Asking them about the crystal flowers, and oh, yes, those are the same family as this--
And the man walks to where mauve-hued caca lilies sit, and quite a few clustered close. Speaking about them, and how they even glow softly in the presence of people.
'And, when it's not a beautiful day,' the seller adds with a chuckle, nodding up to the cloudless sky above.
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A kid who never had anything he wanted to say about his dad, not to other people. And in turn, no one cares about the words of a seven year old, a ten year old, or so forth. His shadow never entirely left him, but-
"It all came up in blitz club and everyone having something to say, but they were my team too. You just learn to deal with stuff." A shrug, indifferent. "What else can you do?"
About the comments, the remarks, that twist your gut in a way that only you can know and understand - that bug you, but make you look immature for getting bothered by. Sensitive, too soft in the moment.
"Plus," he starts airily, rising onto his feet proper, "if everyone forgot about him completely, I wouldn't be able to show the rest of the world me beating him, you know?"
He says it with a quick flash of a grin, then moves over to the main table where the flower seller keeps an eye on their stall. Asking them about the crystal flowers, and oh, yes, those are the same family as this--
And the man walks to where mauve-hued caca lilies sit, and quite a few clustered close. Speaking about them, and how they even glow softly in the presence of people.
'And, when it's not a beautiful day,' the seller adds with a chuckle, nodding up to the cloudless sky above.