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[On the draft list there are people he knows... Caesar, Squalo, Haseo, Usopp, Stella, Litchi, and Raenef come to mind, among others. People he generally respects... Batman, Katara, Okita, Raine, Yao, Buffy, and Sonic, again among others. Even people he generally likes... Sokka, Mitsuru, Rosalie, and Shirley.
But to top it all off there are five precious people on there. Five members of his SOS-Brigade. Leon, who keeps coming back to him. Uriko, who he still feels so guilty for. Vash, a loyal new recruit who follows him despite being an adult. Mammon, loyal in spite of her shadiness. And, God forbid, Usagi. After two failed commucations earlier today, he doesn't know what to think.
There's still so much to do - to confirm the teleporters are in place, that Naoki is still apparently lost, the hot springs and a bath house, Sanji's contest for the Seventh Heaven - but all these things die shallowly in his mind the moment he tries to think about them, replaced instead with a deep-seated dread and fear he's trying to play off as anger... even though it's not working.
Instead of any of those things he feels he almost ought to be doing, he's doing something to, of all things, remind him of his father. Not that he thinks his father would have some valid insight at the moment - no, he doesn't have that level of faith - but something he hopes would... normalize things. Because for once, he almost wants to go back to the boring Nishinomiya. It has to be better than this, a world in which he failed and his friends go off to war.
So tonight, later into the night, off behind the Brigade HQ he's got a large basket of baseballs that he's tossing up in front of himself and then batting away with a bat. Despite the impracticality of this, he's generally still able to hit them a very impressive distance, albeit in awkward directions. Maybe this would be better with a buddy. He doesn't care right now though.
Do come talk to him if you dare]
[On the draft list there are people he knows... Caesar, Squalo, Haseo, Usopp, Stella, Litchi, and Raenef come to mind, among others. People he generally respects... Batman, Katara, Okita, Raine, Yao, Buffy, and Sonic, again among others. Even people he generally likes... Sokka, Mitsuru, Rosalie, and Shirley.
But to top it all off there are five precious people on there. Five members of his SOS-Brigade. Leon, who keeps coming back to him. Uriko, who he still feels so guilty for. Vash, a loyal new recruit who follows him despite being an adult. Mammon, loyal in spite of her shadiness. And, God forbid, Usagi. After two failed commucations earlier today, he doesn't know what to think.
There's still so much to do - to confirm the teleporters are in place, that Naoki is still apparently lost, the hot springs and a bath house, Sanji's contest for the Seventh Heaven - but all these things die shallowly in his mind the moment he tries to think about them, replaced instead with a deep-seated dread and fear he's trying to play off as anger... even though it's not working.
Instead of any of those things he feels he almost ought to be doing, he's doing something to, of all things, remind him of his father. Not that he thinks his father would have some valid insight at the moment - no, he doesn't have that level of faith - but something he hopes would... normalize things. Because for once, he almost wants to go back to the boring Nishinomiya. It has to be better than this, a world in which he failed and his friends go off to war.
So tonight, later into the night, off behind the Brigade HQ he's got a large basket of baseballs that he's tossing up in front of himself and then batting away with a bat. Despite the impracticality of this, he's generally still able to hit them a very impressive distance, albeit in awkward directions. Maybe this would be better with a buddy. He doesn't care right now though.
Do come talk to him if you dare]
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