[There it was… that surge of fleeting happiness at his praise. He flipped his knife in the air, catching it easily.]
Battle.
[Stated simply, with none of the normally negative feelings associated with such a word. And why would there be? Omori lived in a world where he was meant to triumph, where he wouldn’t succumb, where - if his friends fell in battle - they could simply be revived with a bit of Life Jam as many times as needed…
Maybe there was its own kind of cruelty in that. Omori wouldn’t know.
At the mention of a story though… he looked to Badou, gaze curious. Badou was a storyteller? The child blinked, then took a step closer, suddenly interested in that more than the darts. Darts could wait.
Aaand the attention span of a child XD
Battle.
[Stated simply, with none of the normally negative feelings associated with such a word. And why would there be? Omori lived in a world where he was meant to triumph, where he wouldn’t succumb, where - if his friends fell in battle - they could simply be revived with a bit of Life Jam as many times as needed…
Maybe there was its own kind of cruelty in that. Omori wouldn’t know.
At the mention of a story though… he looked to Badou, gaze curious. Badou was a storyteller? The child blinked, then took a step closer, suddenly interested in that more than the darts. Darts could wait.
Badou surely had some exciting stories!]