He has to think on his favorite memory— it's hard to come up with anything, as opposed to having too much to choose from, but it isn't as if he thinks so much about the past that it's all fresh in his mind. He's distracted anyways, when Natsume starts talking, trying to imagine a fortune telling show... he's imagining one of those small stadiums that's a concrete stage and two bleachers in front of it...
If only everybody's problems could be magicked away, just like that.
It's a sentiment that gets a small smile out of him, at any rate, one that almost looks like he wants to laugh when Natsume brings up his dad. And then sad as he thinks about his own dad...
He takes a step back and holds his palms down flat in front of him before sweeping his hands to either side, bends his knees just enough to suggest sitting before straightening up again, and then holds one hand with the palm face up and mimes eating.
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He has to think on his favorite memory— it's hard to come up with anything, as opposed to having too much to choose from, but it isn't as if he thinks so much about the past that it's all fresh in his mind. He's distracted anyways, when Natsume starts talking, trying to imagine a fortune telling show... he's imagining one of those small stadiums that's a concrete stage and two bleachers in front of it...
If only everybody's problems could be magicked away, just like that.
It's a sentiment that gets a small smile out of him, at any rate, one that almost looks like he wants to laugh when Natsume brings up his dad. And then sad as he thinks about his own dad...
He takes a step back and holds his palms down flat in front of him before sweeping his hands to either side, bends his knees just enough to suggest sitting before straightening up again, and then holds one hand with the palm face up and mimes eating.
Family picnics. ]