( ...He's always said it, right? That he's a magician of happiness. Natsume picks up a headset, fiddling with it for a moment. )
I grew up wanting to be a fortune teller because of my mommy's WORK, and eventually I learned that people often considered such work magiCAL... Unbelievable and unexplainABLE, though that's not true at ALL. A fortune teller is just better at predicting people than the average person through a few different tricks of the trade—commonalities among people in certain age ranGES, keen observation of what people wear or how they carry themSELVES, the common tells most people don't realize they have and the ones that are theirs and theirs aLONE... The list goes ON.
With enough pracTICE, even you could be ONE. ( ... ) Not as great of one as me or Mommy, of COURSE.
( Of course.
But she could be. It's nothing that special—just something a little out-of-the-ordinary, something drenched in mysticism, something people look at the same way they do the occult.
Distrustful, but curious. )
But truthfulLY, I hadn't thought too much about it until I met Wataru Hibiki—he's a magician, TOO. He's an actor and direcTOR, a playwright and someone who performs each and every day of his LIFE... Even with US. ( Which is—a little sad, but there's no doubt that there's some truth to it.
They'd been fun days, though. Brief as they were, they were fun. Natsume motions for her to sit, and when she does, he'll put the headset on her. Nothing to see yet. ) I'd already been interested in things like sorcery and alchemy—science and chemisTRY, to put it in more modern terminology—so naturalLY, the tricks he performed caught my EYE.
They're nothing more than illuSIONS, but the reactions they brought out of oTHERS... ( out of him... ) I suppose it made me realize what I wanted to do in LIFE.
( To make people happy. He doesn't tell her that really, the motivation to do that actually came along much later, after everything had fallen apart, after no amount of childish wishing and begging and pleading could have saved anyone or given monsters (a word he would speak with a certain dryness, forced to sarcasm to cover the hurt and anger it still gives him, like a poisonous barb still lodged in his heart) a happy end.
If he could save others from unhappy fates though... if he could just alleviate the worries of those around him, in front of him, as far as he could reach... )
Let me know if it's too TIGHT. ( He'll fix it for her, no problem; he's just sure it's not too loose on her. ) Were you asking because I gave you an explanation you didn't ask FOR?
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( ...He's always said it, right? That he's a magician of happiness. Natsume picks up a headset, fiddling with it for a moment. )
I grew up wanting to be a fortune teller because of my mommy's WORK, and eventually I learned that people often considered such work magiCAL... Unbelievable and unexplainABLE, though that's not true at ALL. A fortune teller is just better at predicting people than the average person through a few different tricks of the trade—commonalities among people in certain age ranGES, keen observation of what people wear or how they carry themSELVES, the common tells most people don't realize they have and the ones that are theirs and theirs aLONE... The list goes ON.
With enough pracTICE, even you could be ONE. ( ... ) Not as great of one as me or Mommy, of COURSE.
( Of course.
But she could be. It's nothing that special—just something a little out-of-the-ordinary, something drenched in mysticism, something people look at the same way they do the occult.
Distrustful, but curious. )
But truthfulLY, I hadn't thought too much about it until I met Wataru Hibiki—he's a magician, TOO. He's an actor and direcTOR, a playwright and someone who performs each and every day of his LIFE... Even with US. ( Which is—a little sad, but there's no doubt that there's some truth to it.
They'd been fun days, though. Brief as they were, they were fun. Natsume motions for her to sit, and when she does, he'll put the headset on her. Nothing to see yet. ) I'd already been interested in things like sorcery and alchemy—science and chemisTRY, to put it in more modern terminology—so naturalLY, the tricks he performed caught my EYE.
They're nothing more than illuSIONS, but the reactions they brought out of oTHERS... ( out of him... ) I suppose it made me realize what I wanted to do in LIFE.
( To make people happy. He doesn't tell her that really, the motivation to do that actually came along much later, after everything had fallen apart, after no amount of childish wishing and begging and pleading could have saved anyone or given monsters (a word he would speak with a certain dryness, forced to sarcasm to cover the hurt and anger it still gives him, like a poisonous barb still lodged in his heart) a happy end.
If he could save others from unhappy fates though... if he could just alleviate the worries of those around him, in front of him, as far as he could reach... )
Let me know if it's too TIGHT. ( He'll fix it for her, no problem; he's just sure it's not too loose on her. ) Were you asking because I gave you an explanation you didn't ask FOR?