"Thank you". He took the hat, a bit concerned. They still had the obstacles
courses to retrace, and Ted feared for the safety of such a precious
heirloom with whirling blades about. But she probably knew the risks,
repetitive as they are. He found Koishi's new, blacker countenance
disconcerting, and was none too subtle about avoiding eye contact when he
could. Mister Hat would assist there.
Ted was a bit bashful receiving the bottle, knowing that his usual
absent-mindedness had caused pain again with a careless toss. Such is his
life, he though resignedly, and with the same attitude made his way back to
the castle entrance. Ted had little to say on the return journey, his
thoughts centered around what to say for a farewell. He felt ashamed, of
course. He owed much to Koishi, and detaching himself like this was a poor
reward. And yet, what else could he do? All his disappointments were due to
his own preconceptions; The Tower crumbling down. He thought they'd be in
for a grand amusement; he was wrong, mostly. He thought Koishi would be
like the Three Good Fairies; mostly wrong again. He thought he'd be able
enough to brave the challenges capably; mostly wrong three times. Like a
dark cloud hovering above all this, he thought that this attitude was most
unlike him. The Fool ought to be cheery and open, cracking jokes with utter
inattention. He might think of one now of Koishi's more carnivorous
features, if he liked.
But he did not like. However alien the cloud, it remained, and no amount of
mental attention would budge it. His ideas were wrong, his attitude was
wrong. The Fool is not the most glamorous of titles, the Bible heaping no
little abuse on it, but to fail to live up to even that happy idiot was
pitiful. Perhaps it was just Castlevania's evil seeping into him; no good
thing could last in there indefinitely, surely. They had trekked all the
way back to the black forests past the drawbridge, and Ted, in another
concession of personality, had nothing to say.
Re: I do not apologize for the reference.
"Thank you". He took the hat, a bit concerned. They still had the obstacles courses to retrace, and Ted feared for the safety of such a precious heirloom with whirling blades about. But she probably knew the risks, repetitive as they are. He found Koishi's new, blacker countenance disconcerting, and was none too subtle about avoiding eye contact when he could. Mister Hat would assist there.
Ted was a bit bashful receiving the bottle, knowing that his usual absent-mindedness had caused pain again with a careless toss. Such is his life, he though resignedly, and with the same attitude made his way back to the castle entrance. Ted had little to say on the return journey, his thoughts centered around what to say for a farewell. He felt ashamed, of course. He owed much to Koishi, and detaching himself like this was a poor reward. And yet, what else could he do? All his disappointments were due to his own preconceptions; The Tower crumbling down. He thought they'd be in for a grand amusement; he was wrong, mostly. He thought Koishi would be like the Three Good Fairies; mostly wrong again. He thought he'd be able enough to brave the challenges capably; mostly wrong three times. Like a dark cloud hovering above all this, he thought that this attitude was most unlike him. The Fool ought to be cheery and open, cracking jokes with utter inattention. He might think of one now of Koishi's more carnivorous features, if he liked.
But he did not like. However alien the cloud, it remained, and no amount of mental attention would budge it. His ideas were wrong, his attitude was wrong. The Fool is not the most glamorous of titles, the Bible heaping no little abuse on it, but to fail to live up to even that happy idiot was pitiful. Perhaps it was just Castlevania's evil seeping into him; no good thing could last in there indefinitely, surely. They had trekked all the way back to the black forests past the drawbridge, and Ted, in another concession of personality, had nothing to say.