Still, he couldn’t quite get where this one was coming from. How oddly ordinary. And famous for playing ball? Kefka tilted his head, eyes bright like a pet trying to understand its owner. They narrowed, the slightest spark of aggression forming for seemingly no other reason than his failure to understand. Until Jecht’s question was asked.
“Mhm! …Well, I can try… How long are we talking?”
How long? Armored claws scritched at his handsome beard in thought, “Ehh, well there ain’t any pyreflies around here, so we’re talkin’ at least half an hour....”
...Yeah, that probably wasn’t happening. But hell if he wasn’t gonna indulge this guy. Jecht could spot genuine enthusiasm from a mile away, and underneath all that makeup, this was the most enthusiasm he’d seen from anyone since he’d woken up on this damn volcano!
“Yanno what, lets just start with the basics. We’ll improvise! Just gotta find a ball... Hrmm...”
Unfortunately, the boy had the only one he knew of around here. And odins-balls knew where he was right now.
Fortunately, there were a helluva lotta rocks laying about. Sauntering over a to a pile, he scooped up the most blitzball shaped one.
“Alright! Goal of the game is to kick the ball into yer opponent’s goal, while they try and stop you. Right ‘n’ real simple! Ya ready?”
And up, up into the air flew the small boulder.
With a powerful kick from the ground, Jecht sprang up and after it. He met the ‘ball’ halfway, and in one fluid motion and an earsplitting --CRACK--, it hurtled toward his new protege like a meteor.
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