You've gotta read all day, though — and listen — that's hard, too. [ It's not his strong point... Chara can probably tell just from texting with him... ]
Like— when I was a kid, whenever Dad was teaching me stuff, like reading and writing and stuff, if he thought I wasn't listening, he'd get mad.
[ As if he's not a kid anymore? And as if the experience of school is bound to be similar to his disinterested, disciplinarian father's homeschooling on a deserted island, assuming teachers will teach the same way...? ]
I don't need that in my life again...! Teaching myself stuff, there's no one to yell at me, hah...
[ He gives a wry smile, treating these statements a lot more casually than maybe he objectively should... but also speaking more openly about it easily, too, because it's Chara. He knows they get it. Chara knows the most about Alberto's dad than probably anyone, in fact. ]
Besides— I'm great at my magic. Look!
[ He splays his fingers in the air with one hand, and with the other limply pulls the carnation off his lapel and chucks it as high into the air as he can manage... all while still lying on the ground. But as it falls fast, he quickly conjures what looks like an iridescent, translucent bubble, and as the flower plummets, he swiftly catches it inside the bauble of hard light. He tosses the glasslike ball from one hand to the other back and forth a few times, then holds it up still for Chara to see. But after he lets it sit still in his palm for a brief moment, it disintegrates, the bubble bursting into a tiny flurry of faint sparkles and then dissolving into nothing... He impulsively lies the flower on his face, right under his nose, and continues to lay splayed out on the floor lazily, staring at the ceiling. ]
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Like— when I was a kid, whenever Dad was teaching me stuff, like reading and writing and stuff, if he thought I wasn't listening, he'd get mad.
[ As if he's not a kid anymore? And as if the experience of school is bound to be similar to his disinterested, disciplinarian father's homeschooling on a deserted island, assuming teachers will teach the same way...? ]
I don't need that in my life again...! Teaching myself stuff, there's no one to yell at me, hah...
[ He gives a wry smile, treating these statements a lot more casually than maybe he objectively should... but also speaking more openly about it easily, too, because it's Chara. He knows they get it. Chara knows the most about Alberto's dad than probably anyone, in fact. ]
Besides— I'm great at my magic. Look!
[ He splays his fingers in the air with one hand, and with the other limply pulls the carnation off his lapel and chucks it as high into the air as he can manage... all while still lying on the ground. But as it falls fast, he quickly conjures what looks like an iridescent, translucent bubble, and as the flower plummets, he swiftly catches it inside the bauble of hard light. He tosses the glasslike ball from one hand to the other back and forth a few times, then holds it up still for Chara to see. But after he lets it sit still in his palm for a brief moment, it disintegrates, the bubble bursting into a tiny flurry of faint sparkles and then dissolving into nothing... He impulsively lies the flower on his face, right under his nose, and continues to lay splayed out on the floor lazily, staring at the ceiling. ]