Post by Shinku on Jul 4, 2020 9:45:43 GMT -5
Rince winced noticably when the woman adressed him. How could he not have noticed her coming in?! Being focused on the training had been a good thing, but losing sight of his surroundings because of that was dangerous. This whole place must be really getting to him.
He stopped his workout and only then noticed that he was sweating like a pig and had nothing to wipe his sweap away. Embarrassed he dried his face with a part of the shirt that wasn't too wet, brushed the sticky hair back and gratefully accepted the tea from the woman.
Glad it wasn't coffee, he took a sip, but was a little disappointed that there was no sugar in it this time. Some sugar for energy would not have been bad, but it would do regardless. It wasn't like it was unusual for him to go a day - or multiple days - without food, so this wasn't really a problem.
„Thanks.“ he told her, taking another sip from the brew before addressing something that had bothered him since yesterday.
„Just Kyou is fine. There's no need for a Mister. Your father certainly never bothered with it and it feels really weird to be addressed that way.“
That said, he wasn't sure how to address her either.
Yesterday, although they had talked, he had not addressed her by her name or any other way of formal or informal address and it worried him that she might think he was rude on purpose.
Not like it would matter what she thought, he was here for Otto and it really didn't matter what others thought about him. But then again, she was Otto's daughter and she was letting him stay in her home, so some general politeness was appropriate. Especially since he couldn't help the feeling of not being welcome.
Not because of anything the others had done or not done.
They had accepted him into their round for a nice walk down the memory lane and had given him a bed to sleep in. Nothing in their behavior indicated that he was a problem or unwanted and yet Rince could not help but feel this way.
There were precious little places that actually wanted him and knowing how much of a failure he was, the boy could not fault them either.
„Is there something I can do to help? Preparations that need to be done? Things to set up or maybe I could clean this place, so its nice and clean when the others arrive?“
Having something to do sounded a lot better than simply standing around and waiting for something to happen. And he wouldn't feel as useless if he could actually contribute something.
„I'm not very skilled in anything, but if it's cleaning I'm quite good at it. Just tell me what and where and how you want it done and I'll do it.“
Not like the place had looked dirty or anything. Now that Rince thought about it, he started to worry whether she would take that offer as an implication that he thought the place was dirty, which it absolutely was not! It was just a desperate attempt of thinking of something to do. It was also one of those works that almost always needed doing, since you had to start over again and again as places never stayed clean, especially not when they were being used.
Looking at her, looking somehow small even though she wasn't much shorter than him, with her hair that was a lot less messy than her father's had been and the big brown eyes, he realized that he had been very occupied with thinking about his own hurt feelings, but hadn't given much thought on how it must be for her to lose her father.
It was something Rince couldn't relate to. His mother had died giving birth to him and his twin sister, so he had never gotten to know her and his own father... well... needless to say that Rince wouldn't shed a single tear after the man who had fathered him. And yet he knew enough about how family relationships were supposed to look and feel like to understand that the girl might be going through a lot.
She wasn't quite a girl anymore, but she wasn't a full grown woman yet, he thought. She was certainly still at that age where one shouldn't be hit with the reality of being an adult who has to prepair a funeral for their parent.
„Actually, I'm sorry.“ he told her, then realized that he was coming out of nowhere and that she probably had no clue what he was appologizing for.
„I mean, I'm sorry about your loss and I'm sorry for not condoling you sooner. I.. I guess I was a bit too preoccupied with my own worries.“
He made a pause and looked somewhere else. Everywhere but the woman in front of him.
„I hope you're all right. No! That didn't come out right. I know, I mean, I'm sure you're not, but I hope you will be... errr... I'm sure Otto would want you to be.“
At least that last thing was something he could say with conviction.
„Actually, what happened?“ it was a question he should have asked sooner, but somehow the shock of the news had hit him so bad that he hadn't thought of asking.
„How did he die? I mean, you don't have to tell me... And now isn't the time anyway... stuff to prepare and everything. I guess I'll better go and wash up so I can start helping.“
He stopped his workout and only then noticed that he was sweating like a pig and had nothing to wipe his sweap away. Embarrassed he dried his face with a part of the shirt that wasn't too wet, brushed the sticky hair back and gratefully accepted the tea from the woman.
Glad it wasn't coffee, he took a sip, but was a little disappointed that there was no sugar in it this time. Some sugar for energy would not have been bad, but it would do regardless. It wasn't like it was unusual for him to go a day - or multiple days - without food, so this wasn't really a problem.
„Thanks.“ he told her, taking another sip from the brew before addressing something that had bothered him since yesterday.
„Just Kyou is fine. There's no need for a Mister. Your father certainly never bothered with it and it feels really weird to be addressed that way.“
That said, he wasn't sure how to address her either.
Yesterday, although they had talked, he had not addressed her by her name or any other way of formal or informal address and it worried him that she might think he was rude on purpose.
Not like it would matter what she thought, he was here for Otto and it really didn't matter what others thought about him. But then again, she was Otto's daughter and she was letting him stay in her home, so some general politeness was appropriate. Especially since he couldn't help the feeling of not being welcome.
Not because of anything the others had done or not done.
They had accepted him into their round for a nice walk down the memory lane and had given him a bed to sleep in. Nothing in their behavior indicated that he was a problem or unwanted and yet Rince could not help but feel this way.
There were precious little places that actually wanted him and knowing how much of a failure he was, the boy could not fault them either.
„Is there something I can do to help? Preparations that need to be done? Things to set up or maybe I could clean this place, so its nice and clean when the others arrive?“
Having something to do sounded a lot better than simply standing around and waiting for something to happen. And he wouldn't feel as useless if he could actually contribute something.
„I'm not very skilled in anything, but if it's cleaning I'm quite good at it. Just tell me what and where and how you want it done and I'll do it.“
Not like the place had looked dirty or anything. Now that Rince thought about it, he started to worry whether she would take that offer as an implication that he thought the place was dirty, which it absolutely was not! It was just a desperate attempt of thinking of something to do. It was also one of those works that almost always needed doing, since you had to start over again and again as places never stayed clean, especially not when they were being used.
Looking at her, looking somehow small even though she wasn't much shorter than him, with her hair that was a lot less messy than her father's had been and the big brown eyes, he realized that he had been very occupied with thinking about his own hurt feelings, but hadn't given much thought on how it must be for her to lose her father.
It was something Rince couldn't relate to. His mother had died giving birth to him and his twin sister, so he had never gotten to know her and his own father... well... needless to say that Rince wouldn't shed a single tear after the man who had fathered him. And yet he knew enough about how family relationships were supposed to look and feel like to understand that the girl might be going through a lot.
She wasn't quite a girl anymore, but she wasn't a full grown woman yet, he thought. She was certainly still at that age where one shouldn't be hit with the reality of being an adult who has to prepair a funeral for their parent.
„Actually, I'm sorry.“ he told her, then realized that he was coming out of nowhere and that she probably had no clue what he was appologizing for.
„I mean, I'm sorry about your loss and I'm sorry for not condoling you sooner. I.. I guess I was a bit too preoccupied with my own worries.“
He made a pause and looked somewhere else. Everywhere but the woman in front of him.
„I hope you're all right. No! That didn't come out right. I know, I mean, I'm sure you're not, but I hope you will be... errr... I'm sure Otto would want you to be.“
At least that last thing was something he could say with conviction.
„Actually, what happened?“ it was a question he should have asked sooner, but somehow the shock of the news had hit him so bad that he hadn't thought of asking.
„How did he die? I mean, you don't have to tell me... And now isn't the time anyway... stuff to prepare and everything. I guess I'll better go and wash up so I can start helping.“