Give me Kevin Day who’s a bit too eager to throw hands on the Court. Give me Kevin Day who knows how to play dirty without getting caught.
Give me Kevin Day who gets injured but no one realises it till later because he just got up and kept playing.
Give me Kevin Day who makes an error during a game and spends days doing nothing but correcting it. Give me Kevin Day who loses track of time because he was raised on 16 hour days.
Give me Kevin Day who remembers his stats before his birthday. Give me Kevin Day who subconsciously mimics his team mates because he’s used to being part of a hive.
Give me Kevin Day who knows how to use a knife and gun. Give me Kevin Day who watched a man get murdered before his eyes and it was only the first.
Give me Kevin Day who holds himself back during games because of a life time of being stuck in second place. Give me Kevin Day who knows his limits better than anyone but never abides by them.
Give me Kevin Day who takes loss like a personal failure. Give me Kevin Day who wakes up in darkness and forgets where he is.
Give me Kevin Day who isn’t used to being seen as a person and not property. Give me Kevin Day who doesn’t realise he has choices and his own autonomy.
Give me Kevin Day who doesn’t understand privacy. Give me Kevin Day who sleeps lightly after growing up sleeping in the same room as his abuser.
Give me Kevin Day who melts into the mask, the performance and can’t separate himself from it. Give me Kevin Day who knows his days are numbered and he’ll never be free.
Give me Kevin Day who was raised in an Exy cult headed by a Mafia family and fucking acts like it.
