‘ that’s what it is. pathetic. ’
* winnie the pooh prompts / Selective.
‘ That it is, my boy. That it is. ‘ He was proud, ecstatic in the moment. From a spectator’s point of view, one would simply perceive a father & son watching a battle take place on a large screen, the crowds of people in front of them yell & laugh with joy. However, that was about as far from the truth one could get. Natural was upset at the sequence of events: needless fighting & biting, strife and battle. He was visibly upset, ( he surely shared his father’s face in some emotions : behind a large cap his teeth bared, his fists clenched into a ball. ) however the Harmonia elder reveled in it. Everything was coming into place. He would soon use that anger to push forward plasma’s ambitions–and in time–take over the large region. Ah, the sweet euphoria of successful steps , almost warmed the man’s frigid heart.
‘ However, you words will fall on their deaf ears. They’ll only give a rats ass if you defeat them in battle. You know I would never shy you away from the truth. Now then N, what do you plan to do about it? ‘ His gaze softened, pulling his own curly hair to the other shoulder. ‘ You better become strong. Our line, your people—your loved ones…depend on it. ‘