Fly High | Johnny
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So here he stood, holding onto a broom that’d been lent to him by another friend. He was standing on a large field, waiting for Johnny to arrive. Feeling very much like a fish out of water. When he saw his friend saddle up to him he let the corner of his lips turn upwards slightly, a small sigh leaving him.
“Alright man, let’s get my funeral started.”
Johnny did offer his tutoring, even if it was for flying, which was something he could very well help others in. As he readied himself to visit his friend and pupil, he figured he’d take literal baby steps with Theo. He wasn’t too keen on scaring the other boy, fear didn’t teach anything, but patience and encouragement did.
As Johnny approached the other, he could tell right away the other was clearly nervous, showing it through his features clear as day. As the words that only certified his thoughts as truth slipped from the other boy’s lips; Johnny let out a sigh.
“You aren’t going to die.” he said, voice calm and ( hopefully ) reassuring. “We’re not going to just throw you into the sky. It’s a careful process. First thing first, you have to relax. You’re all strung up and your body is too tense. To really fly, and fly well, you have to be completely at ease. At least, that’s how I go about it, so - lets sit down a moment and talk. Tell me your worries and I’’ll see if I can push them away.”
Taking a seat on the grassy ground, Johnny gave a few pats to the spot in front of him, “I don’t bite.”
