Yeah, he was born to two important people. Yeah, that meant he had to be a cool kid. He had to be strong, smart, the best. He had applied those pressures on himself since the beginning. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he was feigning immaturity or letting it overcome his self-control. What he did have control over were his words. It was hard to bite his tongue and hold himself back. Some might even consider him to be an awkward cat to have a conversation with: tilting, nodding, or shaking his head, opening and closing his mouth, or maybe just a hard stare that made him seem lost in thought because sometimes, there really were better things to listen to. Most of these times, he was looking for a word worth saying so he could finally break his silence. His refusal to speak conquered his thoughts and shaped him. His first word was going to be a word he'd remember for his whole lifetime; it was going to be special, unique, jaw-dropping. But what he needed first was a word with that effect, a word he could say with utmost confidence. It'd be real clumsy to stumble over his first word, it'd lose the whole point of being said late.
— "speaking in #daa520" —
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