I will endeavor to not kick a ball into your face this time. No promises though. I've never had as good of control as you did with your zigzag.
[ Zigzag? Zig zag shoot. How does he know that name? That move. Strange. He's not going to question it right now. He just knows that it's correct. Zig Zag Shoot is one of Windy's moves. ]
[ He remembers. He remembers Windy's other move. He feels like he could implode, right now and then, and almost die happy. ]
...Do you remember, when we were younger and I was still playing with Dark, we were practicing? You were upgrading your signature move, Hyper Bomber, and it was my turn in the goalie spot. So I'm standing there, not even GOOD at goalie, and you do this overhead kick...
And that was the first time you hit me in the face.
[He remembers. He remembers. It's faint, but it's there. The smell of the grass, the tinge of exhaust from his boosters going off. The sun beaming down on them and the horror he felt when the ball connected with Windy's face. He remembers rushing across the field, fuel pump in his throat, to help his teammate up.]
I fucked up. I tried to say "I'm so fucking sorry" and "Are you okay" at the same time. I remember. You were laughing so hard. I think I punched you in the arm to make you stop?
[ He's giggling so much, and though it had sucked to get hit in the face at the time, that memory... It burns with so much fondness in his systems. Even then, it had been funny. He'll never forget it.
And then Gold Foot swears too, and he really does just need to lie down for a second or two. ]
I wouldn't stop bringing it up for a week I'm happy you remember that. As long as you remember any of me, even the faintest stuff, I'm happy.
[The text this time takes just a little bit to come in. Nervous, perhaps? Hard to say. But MG, Foot, whichever and whoever he is, knows this to be true.]
even when they took everything
when i didn't remember anything
even back when we first met HERE
i knew you. i didn't want to hurt you and didn't understand why someone would give me a mission to hurt a friend.
[There's another small break in the messages as he struggles to find the words he wants. The words that would make this more clear. He's been "practicing" at words.]
you've always been my closest friend. I hope I remember more of you soon. It's the one thing I'm not afraid of learning about.
[ He stares at his communicator for a long, long moment. He's smiling; soft and sappy and unbearably happy. He holds it to his chest gently for a moment, feeling all for the world like a lovesick fool before he gets a handle on himself again. ]
I missed you too. And me. Even if it's scary.
[ And Gods know it's scary to look yourself in the mirror and not know if you'll still be you in the morning. But he has faith now. That's not something he could have said before. ]
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Date: 2024-01-08 03:17 pm (UTC)Yeah! Yeah, that sounds perfect. I'll book a slot so nobody comes in and gets bonked in the face by a flying soccer ball.
Other than me, anyway.
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Date: 2024-01-09 12:18 am (UTC)I will endeavor to not kick a ball into your face this time. No promises though. I've never had as good of control as you did with your zigzag.
[ Zigzag? Zig zag shoot. How does he know that name? That move. Strange. He's not going to question it right now. He just knows that it's correct. Zig Zag Shoot is one of Windy's moves. ]
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Date: 2024-01-09 12:24 am (UTC)...Do you remember, when we were younger and I was still playing with Dark, we were practicing? You were upgrading your signature move, Hyper Bomber, and it was my turn in the goalie spot. So I'm standing there, not even GOOD at goalie, and you do this overhead kick...
And that was the first time you hit me in the face.
Remember what you said to me after?
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Date: 2024-01-09 12:39 am (UTC)I asked if you were fucking sorry
[He remembers. He remembers. It's faint, but it's there. The smell of the grass, the tinge of exhaust from his boosters going off. The sun beaming down on them and the horror he felt when the ball connected with Windy's face. He remembers rushing across the field, fuel pump in his throat, to help his teammate up.]
I fucked up. I tried to say "I'm so fucking sorry" and "Are you okay" at the same time. I remember. You were laughing so hard. I think I punched you in the arm to make you stop?
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Date: 2024-01-09 12:20 pm (UTC)[ He's giggling so much, and though it had sucked to get hit in the face at the time, that memory... It burns with so much fondness in his systems. Even then, it had been funny. He'll never forget it.
And then Gold Foot swears too, and he really does just need to lie down for a second or two. ]
I wouldn't stop bringing it up for a week
I'm happy you remember that. As long as you remember any of me, even the faintest stuff, I'm happy.
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Date: 2024-01-09 04:24 pm (UTC)i don't think i can ever forget you
[The text this time takes just a little bit to come in. Nervous, perhaps? Hard to say. But MG, Foot, whichever and whoever he is, knows this to be true.]
even when they took everything
when i didn't remember anything
even back when we first met HERE
i knew you. i didn't want to hurt you and didn't understand why someone would give me a mission to hurt a friend.
[There's another small break in the messages as he struggles to find the words he wants. The words that would make this more clear. He's been "practicing" at words.]
you've always been my closest friend. I hope I remember more of you soon. It's the one thing I'm not afraid of learning about.
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Date: 2024-01-11 05:07 pm (UTC)[ He feels so fond. So, so, unbearably fond, like he wants to scoop Foot up in his arms and spin him around until all they feel is happy.
It wasn't so long ago that he'd hated Foot. All for sticking to the guns of rough play. But now... ]
I'll be sure to tell you any good memories that come to mind. I've
I've missed you a lot.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:03 am (UTC)[ He stares at his communicator for a long, long moment. He's smiling; soft and sappy and unbearably happy. He holds it to his chest gently for a moment, feeling all for the world like a lovesick fool before he gets a handle on himself again. ]
I missed you too. And me. Even if it's scary.
[ And Gods know it's scary to look yourself in the mirror and not know if you'll still be you in the morning. But he has faith now. That's not something he could have said before. ]
I'm glad you're here, Windy.
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Date: 2024-01-17 04:42 pm (UTC)[ Whatever happens, Windy will be here for Gold Foot. His Gold Foot. ]
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Date: 2024-01-27 04:27 pm (UTC)And I hope to do the same for you.
Thank you, Windy.
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