PWT: The Crowd [Desi & Aya]
Desiderio and Aya took their seats in the stadium as one Clovis Chevalier’s battle called for people to take their seats. The boy, usually cheery and excited, was unusually tense. To Aya, the difference was like night and day.
“Desi, are you okay?” she asked worriedly. “Nervous for your cousin?”
“You know why,” Desi muttered, hands gripping his knees crossed as his body leaned forward.
“.....Because he’s fighting his mom, right...?” Aya frowned.
“I mean....not just that. You were reading up on all the participants last night, right?” Desi asked, looking at her.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t you remember what you read about Aunt Chevalier?”
“......Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“But....he’s her son,” Aya frowned.
“And?”
The tone with which Desi said that singular word surprised Aya. To put it best, it made her feel like she’d just made the most obvious and irrelevant observation in the world. “And....she’s his mother!” Her eyebrows furrowed together, confused.
“That doesn’t mean anything to her,” Desi sighed. “Let’s just say....I’m glad I’m not directly related to her.”
Aya winced. For Desi, the sweetest boy she’d ever met, to say such a thing....
She turned her head forward. This battle was going to be a disaster.