ㅤㅤ A THUNDERSTORM BLUSTERS, LIGHTNING STRIKING AND THUNDER ROARING, and kenny, through the exaggerated sound effects of super smash bros., discerns amalia’s socked feet shuffling throughout the corridors. agitated, the thunderstorm worrying her —— the thunderstorm irritating her. he’d become knowledgeable of her hatred for thunderstorms, for the thunder, through an abrupt, violent thunderstorm afflicting providence, rhode island —— he’d become knowledgeable of her hatred for thunderstorms, through her informing him of her hatred for thunderstorms. a year ago, during one of his visits, he’d arrived to amalia’s home, hair and clothes thoroughly saturated from the rainwater ( and having ALMOST been struck by lightning ) and he’d descried her, arms crossed, visage worried but irritated. he’d tried to apologize, thinking she was angry at him. ❛ are you okay ? i know i’m late, but it’s —— ❜ she’d interposed. ❛ I HATE THUNDERSTORMS. ❜ and hate thunderstorms, she does. the thunder would fulminate, and amalia would emit a sound of frustration. ( he cannot help but be amused by the chorus of thunder and frustration. ) after the fourth time, he pauses the video game, setting down the controller and picking up a second one. he exits his bedroom and walks into the corridor, where amalia is walking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
❝ hey. ❞ he lifts the video game controller. ❝ wanna play smash with me ? ❞ he asks, and he smiles, motioning toward his bedroom. ❝ callie is in there with me, if that’s more of an incentive for you. ❞