[this, he thinks, is true under certain circumstances. if you're accustomed to playing doubles. if you're development hinges on playing doubles. if you find the right double's partner. if you can find it in yourself to work with someone that's not you. but what Yagyuu is saying might encompass all of those elements-- that he's accepted it all, and that is what brings him to that particular conclusion. it isn't fair, he thinks, for Yagyuu to flaunt their closeness like that. in a way, it's something to be envied, and judging by the way Yagyuu says it, it's something that Yagyuu guards closely. there lies his answer, he thinks-- maybe, Yagyuu has already tamed, and has already been tamed. he just hadn't been able to put it to words, until now, where he's sussed it out.
which should have, by all rights, exhausted the conversation-- the point has been reached, the matter has been dealt with, the metaphors have been said and re-said, and the story has been told. they should've already parted ways. but fox has yet to reach Yagyuu's hand, and the conversation flows on-- is there something else that still needs to be said? or does that, in itself, hinges on the position of the fox? he's whimsical enough to think that physical symbols translates smoothly to metaphorical symbols, and that the meaning behind anything lies in the little coincidences that riddle life and beyond.
what Yagyuu is saying is interesting. this is a language that he isn't entirely foreign to, the language of doubles. he's played doubles, on occasion, with others: Eiji, Taka-san. He's always understood that the sole purpose of him playing doubles is not because of his lack of worth as a singles player, but because he was one of the few on the team who was fluid enough to cover both positions, and the developments of their underclassmen often hinged on singles. but because of that, he's never quite developed what others often developed with their doubles partner-- that sense of closeness that seems to encompass all the space between them. that solidarity.
it's something he considers with whimsical fondness, 'longing' being too heavy of a word and 'regard' far too light. but from the way Yagyuu makes it out to be, it's not something that he envies. after all, Yagyuu hasn't actually said anything definitive in his two statements, and neither of them contradicted his implied claims.]
If life began and ended on the courts, perhaps. [he hums, resting his cheek on his knee.] Suppose the fox set you on fire?
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which should have, by all rights, exhausted the conversation-- the point has been reached, the matter has been dealt with, the metaphors have been said and re-said, and the story has been told. they should've already parted ways. but fox has yet to reach Yagyuu's hand, and the conversation flows on-- is there something else that still needs to be said? or does that, in itself, hinges on the position of the fox? he's whimsical enough to think that physical symbols translates smoothly to metaphorical symbols, and that the meaning behind anything lies in the little coincidences that riddle life and beyond.
what Yagyuu is saying is interesting. this is a language that he isn't entirely foreign to, the language of doubles. he's played doubles, on occasion, with others: Eiji, Taka-san. He's always understood that the sole purpose of him playing doubles is not because of his lack of worth as a singles player, but because he was one of the few on the team who was fluid enough to cover both positions, and the developments of their underclassmen often hinged on singles. but because of that, he's never quite developed what others often developed with their doubles partner-- that sense of closeness that seems to encompass all the space between them. that solidarity.
it's something he considers with whimsical fondness, 'longing' being too heavy of a word and 'regard' far too light. but from the way Yagyuu makes it out to be, it's not something that he envies. after all, Yagyuu hasn't actually said anything definitive in his two statements, and neither of them contradicted his implied claims.]
If life began and ended on the courts, perhaps. [he hums, resting his cheek on his knee.] Suppose the fox set you on fire?