They put down, like, puns and piano. It must be literally anything we could still do at all if we tried.
[Takao wishes so much that he could see the pitching figure of Yoite. But he can't. There's no ball, bat, mitt, or diamond in this whole place, so even nagging that could work on the mind would be fruitless in practice. So he decides to make fun of himself instead of drag out the unhappy memory.]
I feel stupid for studying English grammar as my best subject in school now. The first time in my life that I'm around a bunch of people from other countries, and we all understand each other! [He twirls the pendant around, in the same direction as the arrow. It's really frustrating, he's trained so hard to be strong and now there are all these people who could wipe the floor with him - they've trained too, he's sure, but there's such a huge natural advantage. Nothing like the generation of miracles, who might be tall and heavy with testosterone but most of all were full of passion for the sport
Yoite is the eye of the storm, somewhat stable, over all this dilated time they've spent together. The only other guy he ever knew with such blue eyes, he usually had a narrowed gaze. It's striking. Takao has his face wide open with no forcing. He doesn't mind this hatless Yoite.]
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[Takao wishes so much that he could see the pitching figure of Yoite. But he can't. There's no ball, bat, mitt, or diamond in this whole place, so even nagging that could work on the mind would be fruitless in practice. So he decides to make fun of himself instead of drag out the unhappy memory.]
I feel stupid for studying English grammar as my best subject in school now. The first time in my life that I'm around a bunch of people from other countries, and we all understand each other! [He twirls the pendant around, in the same direction as the arrow. It's really frustrating, he's trained so hard to be strong and now there are all these people who could wipe the floor with him - they've trained too, he's sure, but there's such a huge natural advantage. Nothing like the generation of miracles, who might be tall and heavy with testosterone but most of all were full of passion for the sport
Yoite is the eye of the storm, somewhat stable, over all this dilated time they've spent together. The only other guy he ever knew with such blue eyes, he usually had a narrowed gaze. It's striking. Takao has his face wide open with no forcing. He doesn't mind this hatless Yoite.]