When I was a kid I'd steal my old man's clothes sometimes and try to wear them, and I'd get dirt all over them bc they were too big and I'd trip on the cloth in my shoes
I mean I guess so I used to have a lot of energy as a child My mother often tells me they had to run me ragged to be able to sleep most nights So I would demand my father chase me Sometimes he would and sometimes he wouldn't Whenever he didn't put his heart into it I got mad and scolded him for a while My mother always thought it was funny
Are you denying you sought revenge on your father's clothes He didn't notice when you dragged his stuff through the dirt so you got back at him Right Is it really way off
[ The description Kaladin provides him of his past relationship with his parents is... sweet. A mother, charmed by her husband's and son's antics. A father, exasperated yet subjected to the lectures of a young boy. And the one he pictures the most clearly, an excitable son taking his play just as seriously as he takes many things now. He wants to meet that kid. They'd be friends even now, he's sure of it. ]
That's a really nice story about you torturing your parents lol
Sounds pretty fun, I think I would've been into it too. But I would've been trying to outrun you and you would've beaten me every time, so we'd have to compete in smth else too
[ self-aware re: his little legs...... ]
I didn't cut holes in his stuff bc I was mad at him or wanted revenge, but now I'm thinking about doing it to yours lol
I figured if I upped the ante he'd have to scold me
There are benefits to being tall even to other Alethi But I think you started training younger than I did I had to sneak away from my studies to learn how to use a quarterstaff from another boy my age
You could've taught me instead
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I still don't understand then Why did you want him to scold you
Good thing I did ask or I would've missed out on learning you were just as lame back then
I could've taught you how to take hits for a while at least, that's what I remember learning most. But first thing though would be letting you pick your weapon
[ First... and most important. ]
My old man was busy a lot and I was a kid so I didn't always get it
I was just acting out to get his attention but I grew out of it pretty quick
I was playing one of the ten fools back then wanting to become a soldier I would've really enjoyed taking hits from you
And as a child you never realize why things are Just that you want them to be different That must've been hard for you Noctis
( Not wanting to ruin the mood they've cultivated when so many of their other conversations become heavy, Kaladin clears his throat and prepares another text. )
[ There it is, another quiet smile. Kaladin's aim is clear and he wants to tell him that it's okay, that he learned the hard truth of his own reality and doesn't begrudge his father, but that would downplay the other man's efforts. He doesn't want to do that. ]
Speak for yourself, you're the one that's actually awkward
[ Contentedly buys into his role and BULLIES HIM IMMEDIATELY ]
Who actually bugs the other one for attention 🤔🙄
Noctis everyone's annoying what do I do Noctis my text to speech sounds weird Noctis what's this slang
Are you sure you aren't playing all 10 of the fools
[ This is a silly, unproductive conversation in the way that so many of their others have been. Even when he's joked with Prompto he's never quite had the luxury of something so simple as time, bound to a short arcade session here or a chat between classes there. Even now, when light moods are harder to come by in Eos in spite of his friend's renewed desperation to seek them out, there's always an undercurrent of seriousness and awareness that sleep is more vital than play.
That makes staying up to speak to Kaladin such a precious oddity, and also makes it feel... different.
Recently he's filled in the gaps of their conversations trying to picture his friend's life back on Roshar, a task made easier and easier the more details Kaladin chooses to provide. Most of them rely on events and express themselves in emotions, like the warmth that accompanies imagining Kaladin as a child, or how he interacted with his parents or younger brother once upon a time. Maybe anger, when envisioning how he was treated by a society that should've been organized to protect him.
This, however, is silly trivia that he's given to likely use as ammo in another back and forth verbal sparring match, but something about it stops him.
The picture is formed in his mind like it has been for all his other facts, and in the absence of any emotion to color a mental image his mind finds its own. A reference point. Kaladin's hair is thick and full just like Gladio's, but his shield has long-since sported the beard his new friend is apparently so desperate to avoid. Maybe it would look similar on him. Grow in the same way, have the same texture. Stubble would likely brush against his knuckles in the same hair-raising way it always had when he'd sparred with Gladio and a lucky punch had struck his taller opponent, though it would be that much more satisfying a win against Kaladin.
The warmth in his cheeks startles him as he becomes suddenly aware of the time between Kaladin's response and his own, sitting up straighter like that might drag him away from confusing thoughts and the new oddly pleasant knot in his stomach. ]
[ But Kaladin would look handsome with it, that he's already decided. As handsome as he looks now. And while there's no newfound awareness of that fact there's definitely a newfound appreciation for it, and he doesn't know what to do with that odd feeling. ]
( As he lies there, picking at a strand of hair, he decides he's no longer interested in sleeping. )
I suppose I do It's been this way for a long time I don't really think about it
( He pushes it back out of his face, his fingers snagging on small snarls.
It's not as groomed as Noctis', nor is it as styled. It's not as suitably layered for his face, nor is it as feathery in appearance. It's not as shiny, nor is it—as Kaladin imagines—soft to touch.
His hand stops at the base of his skull and squeezes. )
So yours is long bc you don't think about it and mine is long bc I do
[ It's normal that Kaladin noticed something as obvious as his hair and its varying lengths. That's normal and not really worthy of any special reaction... right... ]
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( GETTING FIRED UP )
You put on cat ears that sang a cat song at you
Then you tried to pawn them off on me for a bean
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[ unbelievable disrespect, let me FANTASIZE ABOUT YOUR INJURIES ]
Are you just jealous that they wouldn't fit on your head?
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When I was a kid I'd steal my old man's clothes sometimes and try to wear them, and I'd get dirt all over them bc they were too big and I'd trip on the cloth in my shoes
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Thank you
I'm sure that opinion has nothing to do with how tiny you are and how tiny everyone on your planet is
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Playing dress up
Rolling around in your weird dirt
Did your father become cross with you when he found out
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[ It sounds fun. And makes him feel better when he's reminded of the less pleasant part of that memory. ]
Nah he didn't say anything
So next time I cut a hole in one of the shirts on purpose
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You can certainly try
You've got a vindictive streak though
Were you trying to embarrass him
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Your read's way off but I'll remember you said that about me jsyk
You never messed with your old man like that? Or with your mom?
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I used to have a lot of energy as a child
My mother often tells me they had to run me ragged to be able to sleep most nights
So I would demand my father chase me
Sometimes he would and sometimes he wouldn't
Whenever he didn't put his heart into it I got mad and scolded him for a while
My mother always thought it was funny
Are you denying you sought revenge on your father's clothes
He didn't notice when you dragged his stuff through the dirt so you got back at him
Right
Is it really way off
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That's a really nice story about you torturing your parents lol
Sounds pretty fun, I think I would've been into it too. But I would've been trying to outrun you and you would've beaten me every time, so we'd have to compete in smth else too
[ self-aware re: his little legs...... ]
I didn't cut holes in his stuff bc I was mad at him or wanted revenge, but now I'm thinking about doing it to yours lol
I figured if I upped the ante he'd have to scold me
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It was a long time ago
There are benefits to being tall even to other Alethi
But I think you started training younger than I did
I had to sneak away from my studies to learn how to use a quarterstaff from another boy my age
You could've taught me instead
( ... )
I still don't understand then
Why did you want him to scold you
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I could've taught you how to take hits for a while at least, that's what I remember learning most. But first thing though would be letting you pick your weapon
[ First... and most important. ]
My old man was busy a lot and I was a kid so I didn't always get it
I was just acting out to get his attention but I grew out of it pretty quick
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I would've really enjoyed taking hits from you
And as a child you never realize why things are
Just that you want them to be different
That must've been hard for you Noctis
( Not wanting to ruin the mood they've cultivated when so many of their other conversations become heavy, Kaladin clears his throat and prepares another text. )
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Seems to me like you still do some of that now
Trying to get my attention by bullying me
I think I do the same to you
Maybe it's okay to never grow out of it if it helps a couple of awkward idiots like us talk to one another
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Speak for yourself, you're the one that's actually awkward
[ Contentedly buys into his role and BULLIES HIM IMMEDIATELY ]
Who actually bugs the other one for attention 🤔🙄
Noctis everyone's annoying what do I do
Noctis my text to speech sounds weird
Noctis what's this slang
Are you sure you aren't playing all 10 of the fools
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Okay
Hearing it all laid out like that I guess I am
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That glyph is me sighing at you exasperatedly
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[ perhaps more fond than it should be........ ]
That makes it your turn yk
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Let's see
I don't like having facial hair
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That makes staying up to speak to Kaladin such a precious oddity, and also makes it feel... different.
Recently he's filled in the gaps of their conversations trying to picture his friend's life back on Roshar, a task made easier and easier the more details Kaladin chooses to provide. Most of them rely on events and express themselves in emotions, like the warmth that accompanies imagining Kaladin as a child, or how he interacted with his parents or younger brother once upon a time. Maybe anger, when envisioning how he was treated by a society that should've been organized to protect him.
This, however, is silly trivia that he's given to likely use as ammo in another back and forth verbal sparring match, but something about it stops him.
The picture is formed in his mind like it has been for all his other facts, and in the absence of any emotion to color a mental image his mind finds its own. A reference point. Kaladin's hair is thick and full just like Gladio's, but his shield has long-since sported the beard his new friend is apparently so desperate to avoid. Maybe it would look similar on him. Grow in the same way, have the same texture. Stubble would likely brush against his knuckles in the same hair-raising way it always had when he'd sparred with Gladio and a lucky punch had struck his taller opponent, though it would be that much more satisfying a win against Kaladin.
The warmth in his cheeks startles him as he becomes suddenly aware of the time between Kaladin's response and his own, sitting up straighter like that might drag him away from confusing thoughts and the new oddly pleasant knot in his stomach. ]
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[ But Kaladin would look handsome with it, that he's already decided. As handsome as he looks now. And while there's no newfound awareness of that fact there's definitely a newfound appreciation for it, and he doesn't know what to do with that odd feeling. ]
You keep your hair pretty long though
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I suppose I do
It's been this way for a long time
I don't really think about it
( He pushes it back out of his face, his fingers snagging on small snarls.
It's not as groomed as Noctis', nor is it as styled. It's not as suitably layered for his face, nor is it as feathery in appearance. It's not as shiny, nor is it—as Kaladin imagines—soft to touch.
His hand stops at the base of his skull and squeezes. )
So do you
It's longer in the back
Down your neck
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[ It's normal that Kaladin noticed something as obvious as his hair and its varying lengths. That's normal and not really worthy of any special reaction... right... ]
Guess this is your chance
Think about it
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