☽ A Game of Ping Pong

[messianic]

Characters: Minato and you!
Location: In a building just off of the center plaza
Time: All dayyyy
Style: Whatever works!
Status: Open open open!

[It is the strangest thing, to remember dying and then wake up as if nothing had happened. It left him strangely restless, and so he'd skipped out on Welcoming Committee duties, he'd drifted a little away from his social life for just a brief period of time--

He'd died in that strange place, that place that wasn't Vatheon.

But...he'd woken up alive, headphones around his neck and not pressed into Tiir's hands. Was something that vivid really just a dream? So he wandered, in search of something to expend his restless energy on.

And he's found himself at a ping pong table. At first he considers that lack of an opponent a problem, bouncing the ball on the table idly. But then he decides to play with the wall (it doesn't seem to bother him that he can't ever win that way).

So there is the click! click! click! of a ping pong ball being hit back and forth coming from an otherwise quiet building into the plaza. He might be getting a little into it.

Further inspection reveals a whiffed shot--don't get hit by the ball!]

Comments

[messianic]

[He just looks at Tiir quietly, expression every so slightly sad. He gets it. He really does.]

Don't you?

It's impossible to be okay all the time. ...Even if you think you need to be.

[contemptibility]

[He shrugs.]

I've done well enough so far. There's no need to worry about it, Minato.

[messianic]

[...Just a simple, honest look.]

I'll always worry, Tiir-san.

Because you're important to me.

[contemptibility]

[... He's touched. He really is.

And so, he smiles.

—But he'll never fully understand that. An existence like his, after all...]

And I've told you—you don't need to. You should save your concern for another.