“Idiots think they can’t catch colds.” She corrected with the faintest of smiles appearing once again, a finger pointed his way before tapping it on her temple. “That’s what makes ‘em idiots. A little knowledge for your brain.” Eyes then settling down on the ground, feet shifting idly on the cement, the humor died down as it was fated to do. Too short to truly enjoy for Seiji, perhaps, but appreciated by Kisa. “Hah…” The dryness of her laugh was obvious, thinking over the word ‘dad’ itself. It might as well have been taught to her just yesterday, only having been breathed from her mouth maybe two – three – times in all of her life. Never meaningful or used to garner attention of said man.
Hands slipping back into her pockets, she shook her head at the offer. “I’ll have to go there eventually, whether I go by my own terms or he comes and gets me – and I’d rather just go on my own terms. Besides, I don’t want to intrude on your parents by basically hiding out in their household, you know?” Her tone was calm, her face a bit more normal. Never one for crying, most of her tears had dried for the moment, but she also didn’t want to affect Seiji more than she probably already was. Emotions had a domino effect, and it wasn’t often she heard the kid raise his voice.
“Besides…” She continued, humor she didn’t quite feel yet coming back to her eyes. “It’s not like I’m gonna call him ‘dad’ to his face, since he obviously doesn’t deserve the right. I shouldn’t even be calling him dad now…” A faint vibration sounded through the air, from her own phone, signalling another call. Pulling it out of her pocket, Kisa pressed ‘ignore’ before simply sending a text to the caller; ‘on my way’. “…He’s just my mom’s ex.’
Her mouth opened to say something else, before closing, then opening to speak again. “He is an asshole, but…there’s just some things you have to deal with in life and I guess this is my shit to put up with.” As she thought it was rough before. “Look,” She brought her gaze back to Seiji, more genuine than she had been in the last few moments. “I know I was crying and all that crap, but I really don’t want to bring you into my pity party….Things are just going to be tough for me for a while, okay?” Way to clean things up, Kisa. She could honestly laugh at herself, but instead she just shot a little smile to the other. “Thanks for listening to me though.”
A raise of his eyebrows accompanied with a chuckle, a subtle shrug of his shoulders as he nodded, “Mmmh~ Yeah, true, I guess I can’t argue with that” Laughter that came in one second and disappeared the next, almost like how their breathe fogged up in front of them only to be swallowed up by the night sky.
He sighed then – wanting to argue with the words that spilled out of her lips, wanting to tell her that she shouldn’t feel like she had to go with her father. But he knew that would only be imposing his own opinions on her, forcing his irrational hate towards this man he had never met or seen, a figure composed of his baseless assumptions and ideas. So he sighed. And he nodded. Again.
She was always way more mature than him. Here he was, a teenage boy wearing a smile as a mask and pushing every unpleasant emotion way in the back of his heart –– a runner. But she was able to look them in the eyes and faced them head on. Surely she was scared, he would be scared if he were her. But if he really were to be put in her shoes, he would be throwing a fit, a ball of raw emotion and the friends that he hung out with would surely not help with any destructive tendencies he might display. Heck he even let his young heart flared with anger just listening to her story. But not her, whatever she might have felt inside, nothing showed on the outside. Reason and logic, carefully stacked upon one another brick by brick into a wall.
Reaching out to grasp her hand, he looked down for a moment before putting on the same smile he always had. “You know, Kisa? You’re like crazy strong. Man, you’d probably be able to take me down in arm wrestling or something.” Snickered in a light and easy manner like he always did, he gave her hand a squeeze and his other hand reached into his pocket, taking out a piece of candy that he had been saving for his brother. “Here. For when things get sour, huh?” Pulling his hands back and putting a small smile on his lips, “Well, if you need to talk or anything...you can call me or whatever, yeah?”
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