“ OH.” Was his only response. Judging from his tone, he sounded like he was serious about his statement. Who knew if he was honestly telling the truth but, he didn’t want to risk getting hurled through a wall. Who knows. This boy could be a superhuman or something like that but he was just awfully good at concealing his powers.
He snorted. That was a rather comedical thought. But in all honesty, there was no way that he was capable of such a thing on his own. Hideaki appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary person of the world and that was it. However, Leone was certain that everyone in the world had a secret or two. Perhaps he held some kind of hidden talent or something like that. Such a shame that he didn’t seem to possess much potential for the family. He couldn’t deny that it would make his life more interesting if he had Hideaki by his side.
“ Even if you don’t work out that much, I’m sure you can do it much harder. You don’t look that weak after all. You’re free to do it any time. I’m curious about the extent of your strength. ” He removed his hand, giving a bit of a light chuckle as he did so.
“ Anyways, how long are you planning to stay in Italy? It’d be a shame to see you go so soon. ”
The awkward moment of pause came quickly when the medium heard the inquirement. He had intended to go home as soon as possible - surely his mother was worried, his father must have been. . . who was he kidding? His father was probably the same jobless ass he’d left in the States, unsure of where his next meal was coming from.
It wasn’t that he hated either of his parents, quite the contrary. Their rules had become nature to him, constricting his emotions and expressions like a boa constrictor. This was not all their fault, of course. He had locked away what he could, suppressed what little remained, and lived through life with a concrete outer wall surrounding him. He didn’t hate his parents for helping him - had he been allowed to grow up like the other heathens children, he would have already put more holes in the wall than pores in his skin. In a way, he envied those who could express themselves freely. By some extent or another, that meant envying Leone of all people.
“Probably not for a while. I’d have to get enough cash to get a flight to my mom, and enough to get Dixie another dog crate, and... I’d need to be freaking loaded.” A hyperbole, likely, but carrying the same weight as a genuine statement.
“My parents don’t exactly book two way flights.”
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