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[At least they are in other sports, right? Or they are in the few he's seen. Which are very few, admittedly. He'd been looking to the stars when most people were looking at the fields.]
[When it's done, he flexes his fingers a little, testing. Yep, everything still works just fine.] Thank you.
Your parents were involved in the soccer too? Or... just your dad?
[He asks it without thinking about it. Before shaking his head, and holding up a hand.]
Never mind. You don't have to answer. You seem pretty reliable to me, from what I've seen so far. Probably why people look to you.
Usually, but not all of them. On my team, our goalkeeper was very short. [A hand goes up to his waist.] As long as you can stop the ball, your height could be anything.
[But he pauses a moment when his parents are mentioned. Not out of anything bad, but more inquisitive. How does he explain this eloquently...]
I guess it's a little selfish of me to really call him Father. He was the person who ran the orphanage that I stayed at with all my friends. He would bring us gifts and play with us...
He really liked me. [He won't go into details about that part.]
As for soccer...[His eyes turn somber, playing with the corner of that towel idly.]
That's... pretty impressive. The goals are a tall, aren't they?
[And if their goalie is that small -- that kid has to have some serious skill on hand. In hand? However that works with soccer. He doesn't know, he's an astronaut not a referee.]
[He listens to the explanation, quietly. Leaning back against the counter.]
It doesn't sound selfish. Sounds more like he was all you had to go by.
[Oh...that's right. Shiro doesn't come from a world where soccer is like his. Hiroto's smile is apologetic, taking one of those paper towels as he explains.]
I'm from a world where soccer is a little bit different than what you're used to. What is only kicking a ball and making a score is something a whole lot more to us. We're able to summon forces, almost magically, to help defend the goal and score goals as well.
It makes it a much more beautiful sport, but a lot more dangerous, and a lot more influential in the world's battle for power.
It's always so easy to forget that our world's the only one like that. It's...more than often gotten me weird glances. I suppose I can't blame them for it, though.
...
[But his eyes flick up, surprised. Usually people just ended it at that. After all 'magic soccer' even here didn't really seem to perk up anyone's ears in -interest-, just confusion.]
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[At least they are in other sports, right? Or they are in the few he's seen. Which are very few, admittedly. He'd been looking to the stars when most people were looking at the fields.]
[When it's done, he flexes his fingers a little, testing. Yep, everything still works just fine.] Thank you.
Your parents were involved in the soccer too? Or... just your dad?
[He asks it without thinking about it. Before shaking his head, and holding up a hand.]
Never mind. You don't have to answer. You seem pretty reliable to me, from what I've seen so far. Probably why people look to you.
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[But he pauses a moment when his parents are mentioned. Not out of anything bad, but more inquisitive. How does he explain this eloquently...]
I guess it's a little selfish of me to really call him Father. He was the person who ran the orphanage that I stayed at with all my friends. He would bring us gifts and play with us...
He really liked me. [He won't go into details about that part.]
As for soccer...[His eyes turn somber, playing with the corner of that towel idly.]
I'm not sure if he likes it or not.
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[And if their goalie is that small -- that kid has to have some serious skill on hand. In hand? However that works with soccer. He doesn't know, he's an astronaut not a referee.]
[He listens to the explanation, quietly. Leaning back against the counter.]
It doesn't sound selfish. Sounds more like he was all you had to go by.
[No judgment here, buddy.]
What makes you say that?
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[But Hiroto's contemplative as he cleans the microwave, working out what he wants to say as he goes through the motions.]
Father lost a lot because of soccer...and I think he used it as a way to gain power.
He was misguided.
[That's...one way to put it, Hiroto.]
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[He's thinking of Pidge, for example. But steps up to offer Hiroto more paper towels, leaning against the counter.]
I... think I'm missing something. How do you use a sport to gain power?
[Please explain, space friend.]
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I'm from a world where soccer is a little bit different than what you're used to. What is only kicking a ball and making a score is something a whole lot more to us. We're able to summon forces, almost magically, to help defend the goal and score goals as well.
It makes it a much more beautiful sport, but a lot more dangerous, and a lot more influential in the world's battle for power.
[As Kira had once done.]
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[Anyone who can use that kind of power is bound to be used by someone. For their own ends.]
[... anyone with any kind of power is bound to be used by someone's own ends. Aren't they?]
Maybe you'd show me sometime? If you feel up for it.
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...
[But his eyes flick up, surprised. Usually people just ended it at that. After all 'magic soccer' even here didn't really seem to perk up anyone's ears in -interest-, just confusion.]
Really?
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[Look, Hiroto, he comes from space where giant sloths run boat rides to ancient robot super weapons, okay.]
[He just smiles at him, nodding.]
It's important to you. No better way to get to know you, than that, right?