[He's not surprised at the hesitation, given the kind of character Cloud is from his observations. He wonders if he should coax a story out of him, especially since he seems to be reluctant to share.
He decides not to push it, not for now. He might feel more comfortable later, and if Teshima shares something, maybe it'll help.
So instead, he goes ahead and taps at the glowing on his knuckle, offering a wry smile.]
Wanna hear the story behind this one? It's my most recent one, and the scars are still there.
[Which is true. The scabs may be gone, but the marks are still there underneath the glow, not very visible at the moment]
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He decides not to push it, not for now. He might feel more comfortable later, and if Teshima shares something, maybe it'll help.
So instead, he goes ahead and taps at the glowing on his knuckle, offering a wry smile.]
Wanna hear the story behind this one? It's my most recent one, and the scars are still there.
[Which is true. The scabs may be gone, but the marks are still there underneath the glow, not very visible at the moment]
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... You collided with something. Right? Another racer, or a lamppost, or a mailbox.
[It's the most reasonable explanation! His tone is vaguely dry, but... he's interested. It's viewable in his eyes.]
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[Despite what he says, he just seems amused, even as he shakes his head at that.]
Guard rail, actually, in the middle of a race. I got played.
[He thinks about it, before he shrugs.]
Want to find somewhere to sit? I might as well relax if I'm gonna tell this one.