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crau2 memshares: blaise #1
"Hey, Pops!" you shout excitedly as you run into the house, almost stumbling in the entryway as you rush to get your shoes off. "I got my last exam back, and I aced this one too!"
Your father is on the living room couch, paging through the muffler section in a motorcycle parts catalog.
"Yes, yes," he says dismissively without looking up. "Of course you did."
You go to stand in front of him, beaming proudly. "So that makes it official! I'm the number one best student in my whole class! I'm gonna get to wear that red jacket just like you!"
He looks up now, watching your face for an inexplicably long moment as you look at him expectantly, then sets his catalog opened face-down on the couch beside him. For a minute you think maybe he's going to get up to congratulate you, but instead he just pulls a metal lighter out of his pocket and flips the top open.
"Y'know..." he says, leaning back and looking at the small flame that dances to life on command, "I really wonder sometimes just how it is... that you're such an idiot."
You've heard this a hundred times, but somehow you thought maybe today would be the day you didn't.
"Well... I'm ranked first in my class, though! A-and I didn't even have to study!"
There's a slight chuckle in response to that, but he keeps his gaze fixed on the flame, idly waving it back and forth.
"...I really do wonder. Anyone else would've figured it out a long time ago."
"Pops...?" Your smile falters. "I'm... I don't know what you're talking about."
Another long pause, and finally he flips the lid of the lighter closed again and tucks it back into his pocket. He shakes his head, but finally stands up, and smiles as he reaches out and ruffles your hair.
"I know. You really are pure, y'know."
Your father is on the living room couch, paging through the muffler section in a motorcycle parts catalog.
"Yes, yes," he says dismissively without looking up. "Of course you did."
You go to stand in front of him, beaming proudly. "So that makes it official! I'm the number one best student in my whole class! I'm gonna get to wear that red jacket just like you!"
He looks up now, watching your face for an inexplicably long moment as you look at him expectantly, then sets his catalog opened face-down on the couch beside him. For a minute you think maybe he's going to get up to congratulate you, but instead he just pulls a metal lighter out of his pocket and flips the top open.
"Y'know..." he says, leaning back and looking at the small flame that dances to life on command, "I really wonder sometimes just how it is... that you're such an idiot."
You've heard this a hundred times, but somehow you thought maybe today would be the day you didn't.
"Well... I'm ranked first in my class, though! A-and I didn't even have to study!"
There's a slight chuckle in response to that, but he keeps his gaze fixed on the flame, idly waving it back and forth.
"...I really do wonder. Anyone else would've figured it out a long time ago."
"Pops...?" Your smile falters. "I'm... I don't know what you're talking about."
Another long pause, and finally he flips the lid of the lighter closed again and tucks it back into his pocket. He shakes his head, but finally stands up, and smiles as he reaches out and ruffles your hair.
"I know. You really are pure, y'know."