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Super Special Training (Asher)
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 0:31:09 GMT
Elliot hid his face at Asher's statement, practically able to feel how hot he was burning. Why did he have to keep doing this? "Too much," he mumbled into his hands, voice muffled by his hands. Elliot had a threshold for teasing. By this point, Asher had crossed it so many times that Elliot had lost count. But each cross took more of a toll on the poor boy's heart. At this point, he was amazed he had been hanging in there for too long! At least the boiling water was about to go off, though. Elliot may have taken their teacups and scooted off before the kettle actually started spewing, if only so he could disengage as quickly as possible.
No screaming, though. He wasn't his brother.
He returned with his face clear again and a bright smile on his face, as if nothing had happened. His own tea was just as black and bitter as his coffee, while Asher's had a nice amount of milk in it. There was no latte art, because Elliot was not nearly as talented as his brother, but he also brought over a little thing of sugar just in case Asher wanted to self-pour it. "There ya go~!" he chirped, as if seconds ago he wasn't horridly embarrassed. "Its still pretty hot, so blow on it first, okay? I wouldn't want you to burn yourself. Not even to test if this form is flame resistant."
At some point, Asher stopped prodding the teacups. It seemed to happen weirdly irregularly. Almost as if something Elliot was saying was setting him off. Briefly, Elliot wondered if he should just shut up and stop saying things, because he was clearly throwing Asher off of his game. Unfortunately, he was far too impressed by Asher's technique to uphold that vow of silence for more than five seconds. He practically slid up to Asher in excitement, looking back and forth at his attacks.
"Holy crap! You just did an attack! That's so cool! Or warm in this case." Elliot said. "Okay, okay. So, you said that when you thought about fire, right? 'Cause if you can keep practicing little attacks like that, you'll be a natural by the time you want to bust out the big guns. Maybe I should try and think of some fire puns . . ." Don't say Asher's hot. Don't say Asher's hot. Please, please, please don't say Asher's hot. "Did you know you brightened my day?" he asked, before quickly huffing. That didn't feel right. "W-with fire. The fire brightened it.
Okay! Moving on! Gifts! You keep practicing while I talk, okay?" Elliot asked, disengaging from that topic with the grace of an eagle piloting a blimp. "Okay, so, she's big on art. So he's been picking up some real fancy art supplies for her. Like charcoal pencils. A new game, too, because she's way into that kind of stuff. Some cute socks. Good music for zoning out and focusing to. He's been working really hard! How about you? Picking anything up for a special someone this Christmas?" |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 0:51:39 GMT
Kinkakumon pretended that he didn't notice the weird way that Elliot was acting. Did he say too much? Too much what? Or, was it random gibberish? With the boy, it was really hard to tell. Elliot got flustered so easily! It was kind of cute! Though, really, in much more of a little brother kind of way. Asher wasn't actually interested in someone so young! Not like that!
Luckily, the kettle went off before the spirit user would have to make comment on such an odd reaction.
Looking at the tea, the boy-in-an-amazon's-body kept his hands on his lap. Even when the sparks were going off! Wow, Elliot was interested in this improvement. "Did you just say 'crap,' the teen found himself uttering, deadpan. Was that seriously what he was going to focus on right now? But, it seemed that the younger boy was definitely trying to get Asher to focus on other things.
Like that awful.. pun? That didn't have much to do with fire, until he tried to save himself, and by then it was just a flop! With a helmet covering most of Kinkakumon's face, it would be almost impossible to see the light blush fall over it. That pun felt more like a sweet comment, than anything! "Cute," he hummed, quietly. But, this quickly had, "but, awful as far as puns go," thrown onto the end of it. Elliot was just too much of a sweetheart, wasn't he?
Still, the teen was hesitant on continuing playing with sparks inside of someone's house. What if he lit the couch on fire? "That's cool," was the best thing that the boy could think to comment on the gifts. Socks? Weird choice, but whatever. "What kind of games does she play?" No, wait! He could guess! Virtual pet games. Oh. That rose a new question. But, was it appropriate to ask? "Is she, uh, like both of you? Digimon whatevers?" Who cared about being appropriate, anyway?
But, with the thought of getting anyone special a present, the teen burst into laughter. Oh, forget working on his attacks! That was just a hilarious concept! "I don't know," while this sounded innocent at first, it rapidly spun to teasing, "what would you like~?" Regaining his composure rather quickly, Asher smiled, "I don't have a special someone, aside from my sister. I still have to think of what to get her, though." Probably just more books! But, how many books did a girl need in her life? She already had multiple shelves full!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 1:14:38 GMT
"I-I mean, yeah, it was pretty shocking," Elliot said, mumbling a little. Why was Asher even calling him out for that one? Crap wasn't a bad word, right? Although Asher was homeschooled, so maybe his standards were a bit harsher than Elliot's were. Just in case, Elliot figured he should be polite about this. "I can not say that next time, if you want," he offered, hoping he hadn't offended Asher too much.
Honestly, Elliot could be too much sometimes. It probably didn't help that Asher just kept calling him cute, for like the fifth time today. Although Elliot didn't seem the only one embarrassed right now. Was Asher actually blushing a little under that helmet? Nah, Elliot had to have been tricked by the light. That was a fairly shady helmet, after all, and shaded skin tended to look a little red. Yeah, he had to have been imagining things. Maybe just projecting.
If anything, he wanted to blush at how awful of a pun that was. "Yeah, that was pretty bad, huh?" he asked, smiling a little. "I'm sorry! If I knew we were gonna be practicing fire powers, I would've added way more of that to the activity list!" Aha, so he was keeping a list! Looks like Elliot's mumbling had a little bit more context to it now.
"Anyway, Maia plays plenty of games," Elliot said. "She's often on some kinda MMO. Not WoW, though. Trust me, I checked. She plays a lot of competitive games too, especially shooters and fighting games. She can't beat me in 'em, but Isaac never really stands a chance against her. But hey, constantly trying to put up a good fight to keep her entertained. That's love, right?" Ah yes, the romantic ideal of having your girlfriend hand your sorry butt to you again and again and again. Truly, Isaac was the new face of romance. "She's usually pretty chill, but when her winning streak starts heating up, look out!
She's a-" And then Elliot paused, realizing he was gonna just babble out her secret like it was super natural. "W-well, I can't just say things people don't want said without permission, right?" he responded, flushing a little again. In other words, yes, she has a Digimon. Good job Elliot.
His blush only intensified more when Asher started teasing him yet again. Was he seriously joking about being Elliot's special someone? There was a time when this needed to stop, and that was ages ago! He ignored it and focused on the Piper end of the statement. "D-did you consider some kind of schedule keeper or something? Of course, she probably has, like, four of those already . . ." Now the boy was deep in thought, hoping to help Asher with the gifting. |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 1:51:28 GMT
"Oh! No, I don't care!" Asher was quick to correct. "I just didn't expect it from you!" Wow, way to phrase that. After all, little kids didn't say crap, so it was weird to hear someone that he practically perceived as one saying it! "You can say whatever you want, whenever you want." After all, Asher wasn't brought here to judge him.
But, seriously? Elliot had a full-out activity list? Oh no. How many more of these things was he going to have to endure? "I don't want to burn down your house," the teen hummed, hands still clasped tightly. "So, it's probably for the best!" That, and it didn't seem to be so much of fire as it was electricity. And, a child playing with electrical currents just felt like a worse idea than his first plan had been.
Given the chance to ramble about a girl, Asher would almost assume that Elliot was dating her! Except for the fact that Isaac always made that weird dreamy face. It would be a large conflict of interest for the two to be interested in the same person. "Oh, I play one of those," the young man commented, lightly. He was trying to seem like he was paying attention! But, with talk of competitive, the teen found another thing to question. "How about you? Are you really competitive on your games?" Of course, it sounded mostly like Elliot just played WoW all the time! Maybe he'd pick up a gift card thing for it, or something. Was it weird to actually consider giving something to the boy for the holidays?
"Don't worry," the spirit user tried to soothe, "it's not like I'm going to tell anyone if she is in on this. Of course, she definitely isn't, he played along, lightly. Would that make the boy feel better?
Though, this led to a thought. If Asher were to ever seek a romantic companion, would Digimon get in the way of that somehow? Would he almost have to find someone in a similar situation? Eh. Whatever. That certainly wasn't a priority of his any time in the near future.
A schedule keeper? "She buys at least two a year," Asher pointed out, softly. And, it took another two years for her to deem the information inside of them irrelevant enough to throw away! Of course, Elliot didn't know that. "I'm sure I'll figure something out, though!"
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 2:16:00 GMT
Wait, what was that supposed to mean? Elliot was 13! He could say what he wanted to say. Within reason, of course. Did Asher really not expect him to say something as toothless as crap? For a brief second, he wondered if the older boy took him very seriously at all. Considering how utterly ridiculous Elliot tended to be? Probably not. Still, Elliot tried not to look too stung by Asher's comment. "Well, okay then!" he said.
It didn't seem like Asher wanted to do much with his fire powers, either. Or maybe electricity powers, judging by the fact that the sparks were never really catching fire. Maybe Elliot had seen Ginkakumon's hand steaming and thought the oni twins were pyrokinetics as a result. Either way, Asher didn't seem too into testing out their capabilities. He was right that Elliot wouldn't want his house burned down, but at the same time Elliot really wanted to see what Asher could do! "Aww. Can you at least show me a little bit of what you could do? Please?
I'd be really shocked!" Could even Asher ignore a pun that good?
"I'm not really too competitive with games," Elliot responded. That was a lie. Kind of. "Okay, so sometimes I get kinda competitive. But its all in the name of good fun, right? Some people actually get pouty about it, and that just ruins everything. I like a lot of games that involve thinking. Like strategy games. And building games. Although Isaac needs to stop making all my Roller Coaster Tycoon coasters launch people into the lake . . ." Why? Why would he keep doing this? " 'Course, fighting games are really fun too! Esp-" Yes, Elliot. Especially Dragon Ball Xenoverse 2. We get it. You like Goku. This narrator isn't even humoring you anymore.
But now Maia's secret, or distinct lack thereof, was safe with Asher. He smiled a little at the older boy. Woman. Oni. Person. Mon. "Okay! Thank you!" he chirped.
Much less safe was Piper's gift. She seriously bought two of those digital assistants a year? Elliot's eyes boggled. "How could anyone need so many?" he asked, trying to find the proper stunned tone to his voice. "Okay. Hm. Maybe a puzzle. A really big, long, and complex puzzle? 'Cause I feel like anything under 1000 pieces she'd call a waste of time." |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 2:32:43 GMT
Man, why did Elliot have to try so hard? It was hard to reject a face like that! Either way, the teen had to think of a reason as to why he didn't want to hang out with balls of lightning in a house. "I don't really know what I can do!" Kinkakumon admitted. Not at all, really! He wasn't even entirely sure how he started that spark! "And, I don't know what that does!" Bad ideas, Elliot! Where is your brother to stop you from bad requests?!
Oh, yeah. At work.
But, it seemed the pun was easily ignored. Possibly because, jeez, puns were awful.
"I guess building games are fun," he agreed, despite the image of Isaac getting all too excited about murdering poor, virtual people. They just wanted to have fun! Why would he kill them like that? Not that Asher had much room to talk. He liked to build walls around Sims and never give them a door to leave with. It was a fifty-fifty chance on if he actually gave them anything to survive off of in the room, too.
Asher found himself shrugging to the question. He really wasn't sure what Piper did with any of her stuff. For instance, he knew that she had way more books than were visible in the house. Where they were hidden, he had no idea. Same was with the concept of where she had gotten the money from to purchase them. But, as long as it didn't involve tripping over them, he really couldn't complain! "A puzzle could work," he agreed, trying to think about what kind of design he should get. Should it be something cute? Or just a scenery puzzle? Oh! "Maybe one of those 3D puzzles?" That could be interesting!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 2:54:08 GMT
"Yeah, that's true. But then, how did you do that? Was it something you said?" Elliot asked, tilting his head curiously. "Yeah, that's true. But then, how did you do that? Was it something you said?" Ah well, not much time to think about it right now. There was still the matter of Piper's present.
"Ooh, a 3D puzzle? That sounds perfect!" he said. It'd also take up way less space for way more mental effort than a 2D one did. That'd be perfect for letting Piper's brain run wild on it. "I think I saw one that looked like the US Capitol Building at some point. Maybe that could be a cool kind of idea?" It was fun. Challenging. It'd look really cool when finished. Yeah, that'd be a really great idea! "See? We just came up with a really awesome idea. I bet we could knock out your whole shopping list if we wanted to." Sure, that probably was Asher's whole shopping list, but still!
"Now, where were we?" Words Asher probably never wanted to hear, really. "Oh, right! How you used that move earlier. Lets retrace our steps and try to get back there, right? We were talking about work, and you said Isaac was a natural, and I said no, he's a lazy butt who needs help motivating, and you said 'I'd light him a fire,' and then you used your attack . . . " The boy looked around thoughtfully, as if trying to find a common denominator. Then his eyes lit up. "Of course! You activated it because you want to try and help people!" Elliot said, excitedly. "You were thinking about motivating my big bro, and then the attack came out. I knew you had the heart of a hero!" Pictured here; the complete wrong takeaway from this. And yet Elliot's voice was just so, so hopeful. |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 3:10:26 GMT
Oh, of course. Elliot was just going to keep prying about that stupid static ball. But, for at least a moment, he was distracted with the concept of 3D puzzles, and that was great. Asher was starting to get really tired of the entire Digimon thing! But, he also didn't want to let Elliot down!
"Definitely a cool idea," the oni agreed. Now, if only he could use his phone in this form! "Maybe I'll look them up online, later." Provided he could remember it! But, as far as shopping lists went? "Yeah, she's the only one I buy gifts for. So, we already did!" That was promising, wasn't it? Except for the part where he didn't get any gifts for his dad! Or step-mom. Hm. Oh well. It wasn't like they got him anything, either. His step mother had agreed on that after their first Christmas.
But, now Elliot was back to talking about abilities. And, Asher really didn't want anything to do with it! Especially when he started trying to guess what could have triggered such a reaction. Heart of gold, Elliot thought of the best case scenario. Oh, how wrong he was. But, the spirit user couldn't let onto that! "Yeah, I think you're right," the teen smiled, convincingly. Don't say too much. If you ramble, you let on to the fact that you're lying. It totally wasn't the frustration that was failing to be entirely bottled up in regards to that exact person. But, he still really didn't want to be a hero. Even if that was the truth.
It felt kind of bad, lying to Elliot.
"I don't know how helpful shocking him would be, though," he admitted, cheerfully. "But, I guess it's a great motivator?" No. Stop imagining electrocuting your coworker. It was just mean.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 3:22:31 GMT
"Oh! Well, that's really sweet of you, then. Going out of your way for her like that, I mean," Elliot replied. It seemed a little weird that he didn't get his parents, but if anything that made it all the sweeter that he got gifts for his sister. "Isaac and I are the same, usually. Something for each other, something for mom. Maia's really, like, the only person he's ever gotten a gift for, so I think that's part of why he's really going out of his way for her." It was hard not to smile thinking of his usually serious brother being so goofy and in love! "I'm thinking of maybe finding something for Alicia too, and-"
Wait, no, that was dumb. Nevermind. He quickly tossed the train of thought to go back to more relevant ones.
He was just happy that, slowly but surely, Asher was finding his calling. "I'm so glad we found out how to make it work," Elliot said, smiling. "And the fact that Isaac helped too was a big shocker. Y'know, I was always kinda worried you guys wouldn't get along. 'Cause he can be kinda prickly sometimes, especially when he's worried about me. But it was thinking about helping him that helped you discover your powers. Isn't that great?" The boy's eyes were practically shimmering with happiness as he realized that one of his new best friends and his big brother were getting along so spectacularly. He hadn't seen the two link up this perfectly since Alicia! "And I mean, its like you guys have so much in common, too. Like the whole acting thing, and the fact that you always try so hard to help people. So maybe I didn't have too much to worry about in the first place.
I'm just so glad you two are friends." Elliot was really, really bad at getting hints. Or maybe Asher was just really, really bad at giving them. |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 3:43:35 GMT
Elliot just wanted to give everyone gifts, didn't he? Thinking of, where did that boy get his money from? Was he still given an allowance or something? It was a mystery. But, it gave the boy something to ramble about, and some peace from tiptoeing on crackling glass for Asher. At least, until the younger boy began rambling about how great of friends Asher was becoming with his brother.
Oh, come on, Elliot. It's starting to burn! Similarly to dragging a demon into a church, at that! Why was this kid just so innocent and sweet? The building lies were just digging further and further into the actor's chest!
But, Kinkakumon didn't want to keep things as well-pent as Asher did, and he could feel his nerves rising. Okay, had to take a sacrifice of pride here, again. How did he de-digivolve? Okay, okay. He had this. What helped him before? Being afraid of hurting Elliot. That was... oddly relatable, albeit in a different manner. Focus on that, and...
In a wrap of data, the digivolution broke, returning Asher to his human state. "I think I got tired," he hummed out the excuse with a smile. Why else wouldn't he want to be a super-buff, emotion-driven woman right now? They were great! So much so that Asher had one-hundred percent decided that he could never handle being a woman! Why did his evolutions suck?
With the oni gone, though, the masks could work to their fullest. "What? Why wouldn't we get along?" Asher almost sounded a little offended by this! "I think Isaac's irreplaceable," and there was the sincerity. But, again, he reminded himself that talking too much would also kill the lies. And, hey, that wasn't a lie! Isaac really was irreplaceable! And a 'compliment' like that was totally up Asher's alley! Even if irreplaceable didn't always mean a good thing.
"It's normal for brothers to worry," he stated, matter-of-fact. "So I guess that makes sense." After all, Asher was insanely overprotective of his sister.
But, tell a truth or two to make it believable, then slip a lie in, and nobody would ever notice. So, smile still wide, the redhead added, "I think that Isaac and I could be really good friends, if we tried."
Then again, maybe that wasn't such a stretch from the truth. And, exactly the reason why Asher was finding himself uncomfortable with the other teen.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 3:53:43 GMT
Elliot sighed a little as Asher lost his form, but he smiled nonetheless. "That's okay. I was pushing you too hard, wasn't I?" he asked. There was a wistful, almost sad tone to his voice as he realized that, across two Digivolutions, he accomplished a grand total of nothing. Some teacups were pushed around, and an attack was almost discovered, but what else even happened? The focus training didn't work very well at all. The movie went completely untouched. Asher hadn't even tried picking up his filled-up teacup. And now Asher was probably at the point where the back-and-forth transformations would probably start taking a bit of a toll.
Still, there were some really sweet words being thrown around! "Irreplaceable?" he asked, as if trying to confirm what Asher had just said. "Yeah. Yeah, I think he is too. He's always done so much to look out for me. Even if its a little frustrating sometimes, I don't really know where I'd be without him. Heck, he's half the reason why I've been so good with this trip to Japan. I think without an anchor I would've just . . .
No. There was no need to talk about that. Elliot sighed and slumped back onto the couch, sinking a little into its semi-uncomfortable cushions. For a while he went silent, as if afraid of what would come out of his mouth next. Would he end up saying too much? Or not enough at all? For the time being he was much in favor of the latter, especially as Alien started getting into some of the really tense parts. He wasn't even paying attention, really, but it gave him something to focus on other than his current wondering thoughts.
At least, of course, until he turned to Asher with a sad smile on his face. "I'm not very good at this, am I?" |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 4:13:16 GMT
Pushing him too hard? It was more like pushing Asher to accidentally kill Elliot! But, aside from that, it really wasn't tiring at all. "I guess I just don't have the energy to keep form for very long," he tried to encourage. Of course, that wasn't close to the truth. But, it had to be made believable. After all, Elliot sounded so... sad.
Nodding to confirm, he listened to the boy go on about his brother. Until, of course, it seemed to make Elliot even more sad! Yellow eyes shifted, to better look at the boy. And, of course, he suddenly wished he hadn't. "Hey," he mumbled, softly. Asher didn't need a mask for this. Elliot's question was striking way too close to home, leaving an awful stinging sensation in his chest.
Shifting one knee onto the couch, the teen reached out to carefully touch the Elliot's shoulder. It was almost as if he was afraid of breaking the boy. And, maybe, he was. "Hey," he repeated, even more softly, while trying to make eye contact. If that required leaning over Elliot, so be it.
"You're doing fine," the redhead encouraged, gently. He wasn't even sure what he was encouraging, to be honest! This training? Or in general? "I think you're great." Eyes refused to shift from Elliot's face, trying to get the point across that he was being as serious as he could. In fact, the thought of making jokes about him being cute hadn't even crossed Asher's mind yet! That was how seriously he was taking this! "I'm a little slow at learning. This? It isn't your fault. And, hey! You were the one who got my spirit. For me! That earns you a lot of respect."
At least the redhead could do something nice and be honest about it. Give the younger brother the encouragement that Asher had never received when he needed it as a kid.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 4:29:03 GMT
Elliot sniffled and adverted his gaze a little, as if afraid to look Asher in the eyes in his current sorrow. In fact, he had even de-Digivolved, his metaphorical spirit so dampered by the turn today took that his literal spirit retracted as well. However, it seemed Asher wasn't standing for that. Elliot jumped up a little in surprise as Asher suddenly touched him on the shoulder, hovering over him slightly. The boy tried to keep his gaze averted, but unfortunately he wasn't having too much luck. Something about the older teen was too soothing. Elliot had relented, and now his focus was right back on Asher.
There was something different about his tone of voice. It was more quiet than his usual exuberant tone, and there was something really genuine about the words he was saying. The younger boy's guard was solidly lowered. In fact, he almost seemed taken aback by what Asher had to say, jaw dropping a little in shock as he heard that Asher had genuine respect for him. He looked around, trying to make sure it wasn't a prank.
Then he shot forward, hugging Asher tight and burying himself in the older boy's shoulder. He remained there at least half a minute, Asher's shoulder occasionally feeling just the tiniest bit moist from an isolated few tears gathering at the corners of Elliot's eyes. "Thank you," he said, almost lost for words. His voice was almost muffled by the older boy's shoulder. "Thank you so much."
Finally he pulled away, his smile back. "I'm glad I could help a bit," he added. "I know it can be really hard sometimes. And I guess I got a little too excited, seeing someone I thought was really cool was also a spirit user. But I was getting ahead of myself. It'll come with time. I know it.
We don't gotta keep training. Anything else you want to do?" Elliot asked. |
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Post by Asher on Dec 31, 2016 4:45:47 GMT
Shoot. Was Elliot about to cry? Why had he de-digivolved like that? Were these normal things that happened to children in Digimon bodies? Ugh, the world really needed to pick adults for this kind of stuff. And come with a manual. Stupid Digimon thing. If Elliot were just a normal kid, he would probably live a normal, happy life.
Everyone needed to just be a normal kid.
...Oh! And, there was the hug. The redhead had to brace himself at the sudden movement, so that he wouldn't shift at all. Almost instinctively, his arms wrapped around the child. And, he would remain that way as long as Elliot needed. For the most part, the teen remained silent, aside from the sounds of his own breathing. But, when Elliot spoke, he simply hummed a gentle, "mhm," while temporarily tightening his side of the hug. People were so fragile.
But, now that Elliot was pulling away, Asher lowered his arms, returning the smile. Yes, people were fragile. But, Elliot was pure innocence. "You're a great help." Though, the spirit user had to feel bad that he couldn't live up to Elliot's expectations. At least he had helped cheer him up, if only a little. Though, there was no denying that Asher was glad that training was coming to an end. "I'll be better next time, alright? Promise." Don't make promises you can't keep, Asher!
Either way, now he had to think about what he might want to do. Humming a little, eyes shifted around the room. What was there to do, actually? "I don't know! What's something you would like to do?" Other than training, hopefully!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 31, 2016 4:56:46 GMT
"Great?" Elliot asked, a little bit shocked. That seemed like kinda much! But if that was what Asher believed, that's what he'd have to try and live up to, right? "I'll keep doing my best to be like that, okay? You'll see!" It seemed Asher may not have lit any fires under Isaac, but now Elliot's were thoroughly reignited. Sure, part of that was Elliot making sure he'd seem okay to the older teen, but part of him was seriously touched that Asher believed in him so much. He completely bought into Asher's illusions of perfection, after all. If someone that composed and always-happy believed in him, surely he couldn't be that bad. Or at least, he sure hoped that was the case!
"You don't gotta be any better, though," Elliot replied, a little taken aback by what Asher had to say. "Why would you say that? I think you're really great the way you are." With that said Elliot returned to his position on the couch, no longer needing to be in emergency re-hugging range in case of a sudden fit of sadness.
He looked around the room at Asher's question. Oh yeah. What were they going to do now? He looked at the TV, Alien now in the latest third easily. "I think we're a little too late for the movie. Oops," he remarked, sheepishly turning it off. At this point it was basically background noise. "Would you be up for games or something, maybe? Although my room's kind of a total mess right now, so that might not be the best idea . . . " He trailed off a bit before shaking his head. "But hey, its better than nothing, right?
Oh! Speaking of mess!" Elliot quickly hopped to his feet, picking up the teaset and starting it to put away. He stacked the pans from earlier onto the tray he used to bring in Asher's tea, then laid the tea set box within the pans. Jeez, how big were they? Naturally, he wouldn't be able to carry that load with just one hand, so for now he had to leave the walking stick behind and walk ever-so-gingerly back to the kitchen. "I'll be right back. Just gotta clean these up."
With how slow he was walking? This could take a while. |
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