soba | jin ling

[FRANCY I HATE YOU

Jin Ling at least looks like "OOPS SHIT" about it, but:]

That's what you get! [A pause.] ...Are you okay?

... yes.

[ WHEEZING ]

I didn't even hit you on purpose.

[Good, he doesn't wanna get in trouble.]

Well, you kept calling me a moron! Why is that thing so hard anyway?

It's a soccer ball. It's supposed to be hard since you kick it.

[ hold on he is checking his bandages ]

[Secretly worried, he tries to be nosy and lean in and look with Toi.]

"Soccer"?

[ you tsun fool....

well, it didn't seem to open any wounds, so toi considers this a win. ]

It's a sport. There are two teams, and each side has a goal. The objective is to hit this ball [ he points to where it rolled to ] into the opposing team's goal. Each time you do, you get a point. Whoever has the most points at the end wins.

[STOP he doesn't wanna get in trouble he's scared]

...That's it? [A pause as he glances at the ball.] You don't shoot arrows, or use a sword, or kill beasts?

Well, there are other stuff like that, yeah.

[ people do in fact have archery competitions and go hunting ]

But in this specific game, no. You just play on a team and score with the ball.

[He sort of wrinkles his nose at the soccer ball. That's it. Just a ball you kick back and forth.]

Why are you trying to play it when you're hurt? You're just going to make it worse.

I'm not actually playing.

[ he says, when he was kicking the ball, ]

You were kicking it at the tree.

[see]

Carefully.

[ until it suddenly wasn't careful ]

You were still kicking it like an idiot while injured. Do you want that stupid girl Anastasia, or Ayabe to follow you around annoyingly because you're making it worse? Because they will.