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Post by Lea on Jan 5, 2012 23:38:38 GMT -5
"Mostly," he said, "I'm good at hiding things. It was an essential skill, back...."
He trailed off, and closed his eyes and shook his head.
"...back when I was a kid. Let's just leave it there, huh?"
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Post by piticarus on Jan 5, 2012 23:43:27 GMT -5
"When you were a kid..?" Suddenly realizing he might have just brought up and awkward conversation, Pit mentally slapped himself. "Sorry... Bad memories, I assume?" He didn't mean to say that out loud. Pit literally kicked himself.
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Post by Lea on Jan 5, 2012 23:49:59 GMT -5
He chuckled at the kid's antics. "Don't worry yourself about it. Childhood's difficult for people like me, sometimes. I didn't grow up in a happy place, and the memories sometimes crop up unexpectedly." He leaned back.
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Post by piticarus on Jan 5, 2012 23:56:55 GMT -5
"Oh. Sorry for ever bringing it up, then." He bit his lip. "I don't want you to.. Relive it or anything, y'know. By talking about it." There was an awkward silence.
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Post by Lea on Jan 6, 2012 0:26:53 GMT -5
"Like I said, don't worry yourself to death over it. I've got my scars, but I'm alive, and most of 'em are all faded, now." Literally and metaphorically... but also literally and metaphorically, there were still scars that would remain on him until the end of time. Absentmindedly, he scratched lightly at the scar tissue that pulled across his shoulders. "So, why don't you go look in the clost and see if they've got anything in your size?" he asked. "You can't be comfortable in those now that they're all wet."
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Post by piticarus on Jan 6, 2012 0:50:13 GMT -5
He gave a sad smile. 'He must have gone through a lot, then.' he quickly silenced his thoughts, happy to move on to a lighter subject.
"Yeah, my clothes are pretty soggy, aren't they?" He had a short laugh, shuffling over to said closet. Wet jeans weren't really comfortable.
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Post by Lea on Jan 6, 2012 1:16:18 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "I just hope Tifa's got some that fit. I know what it's like to have to choose between clothes that don't fit, and clothes that are either destroyed or soaking. Tifa says it's a bitch to find them in my size." He grinned; he loved being taller than most people.
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Post by piticarus on Jan 6, 2012 12:56:41 GMT -5
He laughed. "This Tifa person doesn't seem like someone I would like to mess with." Continuing over to the closet. "Well, at least from what you've told me."
Opening the closet, there were quite some clothes in there, a lot looked much too big for him. Putting a finger on his lips, he took out one of the smallest shirts in there and a pair of light blue shorts. "These look just about right." He mumbled to himself. White seemed to be a signature color for him.
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