[It's sort of an intimidating amount of pressure to be put under all of a sudden, when he's barely gotten the hang of it himself. Truth be told, he's a little nervous of failing in front of Polnareff in general, but especially in this way. If he fails at being happy--well, that's just pathetic, isn't it?]
[He looks down at the ground, threading his fingers through the grass. It wilts a little under his nervous attention, curling up towards him like it's trying to hide from his gaze under the palm of his hand. After a moment, he closes his eyes, and that's when it gets easier. He can remember the good things: Mista's hand on his shoulder, Trish's arm looped in his, Polnareff's approving smile, the scent of honeysuckle and rose wrapping around him.]
[It's honeysuckle that grows eventually, in fact, looping around his arms like delicate lace. He blinks his eyes open slowly towards the end, crooking his lips in a little smile.]
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[It's sort of an intimidating amount of pressure to be put under all of a sudden, when he's barely gotten the hang of it himself. Truth be told, he's a little nervous of failing in front of Polnareff in general, but especially in this way. If he fails at being happy--well, that's just pathetic, isn't it?]
[He looks down at the ground, threading his fingers through the grass. It wilts a little under his nervous attention, curling up towards him like it's trying to hide from his gaze under the palm of his hand. After a moment, he closes his eyes, and that's when it gets easier. He can remember the good things: Mista's hand on his shoulder, Trish's arm looped in his, Polnareff's approving smile, the scent of honeysuckle and rose wrapping around him.]
[It's honeysuckle that grows eventually, in fact, looping around his arms like delicate lace. He blinks his eyes open slowly towards the end, crooking his lips in a little smile.]