I just had two different thoughts (that's twice as many as usual!) :
What if Ghost decided to learn how to speak Gàidhlig as a surprise for his Johnny only to have him look at him awkwardly because "sorry LT, I only know a few words of Gàidhlig, my native language is Scots...."
".... So I can't call you maw rye?"
"..... Is... Is that mo ghràidh?"
"So you do know Gaelic!"
"I said I knew a few words!"
Or, what if it was a bad day, Soap is already feeling a bit distraught, stuck in his head, emotional, irritable, he has difficulty focusing (more than usual) and he can feel a headache coming. Remarks, teases, that he usually lets slide with a joke seem to cut him, deeper and deeper with each one.
Ghost doesn't notice. No one does. Because Soap does his best to not be a bother.
But then, Soap is talking about something he likes back home and Ghost cracks his usual "speak English" joke. But this time Soap freezes.
He wants to say "I'm sorry I'm speaking my native language, that your people, to this day, are trying to eradicate and ridicule", wants to lash out, be mean, but he doesn't.
He just smiles a little, without his eyes, and tells everyone that he's going to bed. Because he knows that it's not fair to now be mad about something he usually jokes about. Deep down he knows that Ghost doesn't mean it like that, that it's their little inside joke.
But it doesn't keep him from crying in his pillow.
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@feralreason ❤’d!
[For a while now, Nanashi had doubted the accuracy of Cassidy's fuzzy memories. Purple men weren't exactly...common. As far as Nanashi knew, they didn't exist. He'd suggested that maybe her killer had just been wearing purple -- a suggestion he regretted when Cassidy then wanted to assault anyone wearing that color. The only way to calm her then was to remind her that they weren't British, nor did their voices remind her of her killer in the slightest. He'd been making progress with her, but curbing her violent impulses had always been near-impossible.]
[So today, when Nanashi actually SAW a man matching Cassidy's description of "a guy with purple skin," he felt Cassidy tug his limbs forward; he fought against it, but he stepped forcefully in the aubergine man's direction. A fire that didn't belong to him burned in his eyes. She insisted that this man HAD to be him, and frankly, Nanashi found little reason to disagree. Until today, he'd been sure that she was imagining the hue of his skin...weird.]
[Still, Nanashi painstakingly wrested control of himself from her. His violent glare dissipated, his limbs no longer tense, his stance no longer battle-ready.]
❝ Calm down, kid. We don't know that for sure. ❞ [She spat at this idea -- again, Nanashi couldn't blame her -- but he insisted on double-checking.] ❝ Let's just talk to him. You said his voice stood out. If this is your guy, then we'll... ❞ [Do something unsavory that he couldn't whisper to himself about. Not in public, anyway.] ❝ Y'know. ❞
[This finally pacified her. Nanashi got closer to the stranger, only to realize that he bore some painfully familiar scars. He felt at the ones on his neck; there was no way that they were both killed and brought back like that, right? There had to be a rational explanation, one that he'd only figure out if he actually worked up the nerve to speak. Just don't think about it.]
❝ Uh...hi.❞ [Okay, so maybe in all of the chaos, he'd forgotten that he needed to make conversation. He cleared his throat, reaching for a viable topic.] ❝ So...the whole "purple" thing. What's up with that? ❞
[Okay, this was the worst subject he could have ever come up with. Hopefully it wouldn't matter -- he just needed this guy to talk.]
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