[Sorey can tell from Noah's hesitation that this friend means a lot to him. He shakes his head fiercely.]
No, not at all! Actually, I think you should see him as much as possible. [He crosses his arms and looks down at his dashboard as he thinks.] I'd avoid touching him for the time being, though.
I think-- if you really, really want to be around him and protect him, that feeling must be stronger than the will of your arm. It has to be the only thing you're thinking about. You can't afford to be afraid or else you'll get distracted and lose your footing. Or... something. [He rubs at the back of his head.] That's one of the basic rules of kendo, but maybe it'll help you since you're struggling with a part of yourself.
There's a pause, as he seems to mull it over, think it through. He's tired and he's hungry and there's so many new things to process, so it takes a moment]
So...I have to have my will be stronger than the arm?
That's gonna take work. The thing dragged me around like I was nothing before.
I don't think that's fair to you. You were terrified-- and for good reason! You were totally caught off guard. Next time you'll be prepared because you know what the arm wants to do and... what it's doing. Mostly.
They say you shouldn't let your fear control you, and I think that can apply to a lot of things. [Sorey smiles at him, soft and warm and encouraging.] I know you'll figure it out.
[The shounen moment is broken by the sound of a window sliding open. Sorey has a bag of cinnamon-sugar-smelling things delivered to him, which he gingerly places on the center console.
And then there's a box of tacos. And another. And another. There's eight boxes in all and less room in his car than Sorey bargained for. Sorey thanks the teller (and apologies profusely for the trouble), and then he pulls the car off to the side so they can get situated.]
[You shouldn't let your fear control you....was that it? Could he really actually control this thing if he lets himself not be afraid? He's not sure if that's at all possible, but the arm had to be kept around for some reason didn't it...?
....
But before Noah can really respond, the order comes up. Noah straightens up in his seat, taking taco boxes as it gets passed off to him. Man, he DID order a lot of them, but they all smell so good]
-- Shit. Should we sit on the hood of the car? I don't think there's room to eat in here.
[Yikes. He's not actually sure he can DRIVE with all these taco boxes around.]
Ah, the hood's going to be hot though. Let me open up the back and put the seats down, and we can sit in the back.
[He turns off the car and pops the trunk, then gets out. It takes a minute, but sure enough there's enough room for like 300 dollar worth of groceries back here. Station wagons for the win.]
All right, we're good. Let's eat!
[He ducks back in for his soda and a couple of taco boxes, and of course the cinnamon things, and then he sits with his legs dangling out the back. He's done this before when he moved with Mikleo and Prompto, but the scenery is a bit different now. They're somewhere near the center of town but it's dead quiet aside from the occasional car on the main road.
Sorey is determined to be an adult, so he... eats the sugary things first.]</small
[Oh right, he forgot station wagons can do that. He'll be unhelpful and not help him with lowering the seats, instead just holding onto some of the taco boxes when he gets out-- setting them in the back area and sitting down.
[Sorry Sorey, can't talk, too busy scarfing down the rest of the ones he was giving them. And I mean scarfing - the kid is frankly eating like he hasn't eaten in a week. ]
[Sorey eats much slower in comparison, though he's no slouch. The brunet is... honestly kind of impressed. When he's finished with cinnamon things, he moves onto a box of crunchy tacos.]
[Meanwhile Noah is showing no sign of slowing down. He demolishes the cinnamon things, then goes into another box of tacos. It's not until thats destroyed that he finally pauses to you know, breathe]
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No, not at all! Actually, I think you should see him as much as possible. [He crosses his arms and looks down at his dashboard as he thinks.] I'd avoid touching him for the time being, though.
I think-- if you really, really want to be around him and protect him, that feeling must be stronger than the will of your arm. It has to be the only thing you're thinking about. You can't afford to be afraid or else you'll get distracted and lose your footing. Or... something. [He rubs at the back of his head.] That's one of the basic rules of kendo, but maybe it'll help you since you're struggling with a part of yourself.
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There's a pause, as he seems to mull it over, think it through. He's tired and he's hungry and there's so many new things to process, so it takes a moment]
So...I have to have my will be stronger than the arm?
That's gonna take work. The thing dragged me around like I was nothing before.
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They say you shouldn't let your fear control you, and I think that can apply to a lot of things. [Sorey smiles at him, soft and warm and encouraging.] I know you'll figure it out.
[The shounen moment is broken by the sound of a window sliding open. Sorey has a bag of cinnamon-sugar-smelling things delivered to him, which he gingerly places on the center console.
And then there's a box of tacos. And another. And another. There's eight boxes in all and less room in his car than Sorey bargained for. Sorey thanks the teller (and apologies profusely for the trouble), and then he pulls the car off to the side so they can get situated.]
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....
But before Noah can really respond, the order comes up. Noah straightens up in his seat, taking taco boxes as it gets passed off to him. Man, he DID order a lot of them, but they all smell so good]
-- Shit. Should we sit on the hood of the car? I don't think there's room to eat in here.
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Ah, the hood's going to be hot though. Let me open up the back and put the seats down, and we can sit in the back.
[He turns off the car and pops the trunk, then gets out. It takes a minute, but sure enough there's enough room for like 300 dollar worth of groceries back here. Station wagons for the win.]
All right, we're good. Let's eat!
[He ducks back in for his soda and a couple of taco boxes, and of course the cinnamon things, and then he sits with his legs dangling out the back. He's done this before when he moved with Mikleo and Prompto, but the scenery is a bit different now. They're somewhere near the center of town but it's dead quiet aside from the occasional car on the main road.
Sorey is determined to be an adult, so he... eats the sugary things first.]</small
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[Oh right, he forgot station wagons can do that. He'll be unhelpful and not help him with lowering the seats, instead just holding onto some of the taco boxes when he gets out-- setting them in the back area and sitting down.
He glances at Sorey eating those sugary things.]
Those the cinnamon things?
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Yep! Here, have some.
[Meanwhile, he just. Pops one into his mouth whole. They're not too big for that, but still.]
Its ok it happens to the best of us
Mmm!
[That sure is a happy noise of eating, he seems to approve]
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[This is truly vanilla cream cheese heaven. He chews and swallows, then washes it down with some diet soda.]
This isn't so bad, right? Even if I am pretty lame.
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Ha..it's good.