[ you should learn to walk ]
obviously sori has feelings, she isn’t a robot, though quite a lot of times it does feel like that: as if she has no feelings, as if she’s a robot. it’s not entirely on purpose she’s so emotionless, she just sees the world from what she would call ‘a logical perspective’. she doesn’t care about hurting people’s feelings, she’s straight-forward, will be telling you the truth no matter what. for her it’s weird people can keep up this ‘it’s all going to be okay’ façade, when often logical speaking, saying ‘it’s all going to be okay’ does not mean it’ll all be okay. there’s no guarantee in life that it’ll be okay, you have to ‘expect the unexpected’ and for sori that’s just way easier when she confronts the truth right away. why would she tell someone that it’ll all be okay when that’s a promise she can’t keep? promises are stupid anyways, because life doesn’t work according to how you want it to work, so why would you promise something when with life being how it is, there’s a chance you cannot keep that promise.
pessimist would some call her, tell her that her view on life is ‘pessimistic’. it’s not ‘pessimistic’ in any way, it’s logical. you can’t just expect good things and a nice future, but you can try working for it. and the other way around too, you can’t stop bad things from happening, but you can try to prevent it from happening. and if some bad stuff does happen, you can treat that, use it as a learning experience or something.
and when she saw teddy falling, originally she hadn’t been planning on helping, because she’s a busy girl. but teddy and her have met before, he knows her name, and though sori doesn’t care much for gossip, it would be incredibly annoying with some rumor about sori just leaving people alone when they’re hurt. and besides that, she feels like teddy isn’t the smartest, it might just have been a fall, but who knows, he’d might be capable of getting it infected and stuff. and she does have a first aid kit with her all the time, and it’ll be quick, so she doesn’t leave teddy alone after he’s fallen.
“if you want to become a better dancer, a quick tip would be to learn how to walk first” she sits next to him, finds her small first aid kit. “how’d you manage to fall, it didn’t seem like you were doing something more extraordinary than walking”. “i’ll put salt water into your wound, it’ll hurt, but don’t cry on me” and there doesn’t go much more than a second before she’s pouring salt water into his wounds.
To say Teddy is sensitive these days would be an understatement. Life had well and truly given Teddy a kick in the teeth lately. It’s not fair, frankly, that Teddy, who’s always so bright, and cheerful, had been knocked down to the very depths of stress and sadness over the course of the last few months. First, Future Dreams had left him rattled, embarrassed, worried for his future, and then he’d been shipped off to Japan and America, where his sister had been thousands of miles out of reach, and then she’d gone and switched companies, leaving him all alone at Legacy. Things had then only gotten worse after he’d come to the realisation he had to crush the little flower of affection on his heart for a certain someone, and finally just move on. Things had been, to say the least, awful.
So, when he trips, falls, and scrapes his knee on the ground, it’s just another bad thing to add to his growing list of misery. It’s not like he particularly cares about the jeans with the knees quickly wearing down, or the fact that they’ve now, likely, got blood smeared across the inside of them, but just being hurt brings tears to his eyes. It’s not the pain, even. It’s just the accumulation of everything bad that had been happening to him recently bubbling up to his tear ducts and quickly, before he can stop them, overflowing. To make matters worse, Sori appears, someone who, frankly, scares Teddy a little. She isn’t a warm person, at least not in his experience, and as she talks, he’s assured of that fact.
Hurriedly, he sniffles, trying to stop himself crying. He’d pulled his pants leg up to see the damage done to his knee (completely skinned—already bleeding), and now he tugs on the cuff of his sweater to rub at his cheeks and eyes, trying to dry his tears. He’s a grown man, he shouldn’t be crying over a scraped knee; it’s embarrassing. He’s not sure if Sori is joking, or if she’s genuinely being a bit mean, but he decides to believe the former—the latter might just make him cry more. He’s about to respond, then the searing pain of the salt water makes him clamp his mouth shut and grit his teeth, closing his eyes and biting back and whine. After a second, the pain subsides and he opens his eyes, and tentatively thanks her.
“Thank you... I don’t know I just tripped. Think I’m just overtired from practise.” He says, voice weak with how defeated he currently feels.