[ Riz isn't certain, exactly, how it works. Ayda's frustration over the opaque nature of friendship had been deeply relatable to him, in fact. It would be so much easier if you could go up to people and just ask them directly if you're friends, and if not, if you'd like to be friends. But unlike Fabian Aramais Seacaster, home schooled on the high seas, Riz had gone through an ordinary middle school experience and is distinctly aware that not only is that not workable, but that people will act like your friends while secretly making fun of you because acting nice is the joke in and of itself and then you'll catch on when one of them asks you to the school dance and then you know that they're fucking with you and the Briefcase Kid thing wasn't like a cool, fun nickname that you guys shared and you may have a non-zero chance of being thrown into the garbage when you attempt to point out that this is textbook bullying, especially when you start actually quoting the anti-bullying pamphlets, which was in retrospect a bad idea.
Which is fine now, obviously, because this time when people call him The Ball, they actually mean it as a fun nickname, and everyone in high school is absolutely over their middle school years, just like all adults are over high school. It's just, like, evidence on the Theories Of Friend-making, the thesis statement of which is: It's Really Hard, Actually.
Less hard when you're a hot, cool, rich half-elf who calls his mother mah-mawwwwww, apparently. ]
You gotta, like, level up first.
[ First, you buy them matching friendship necklaces... ]
You know, get them off guard. Get them comfortable. Then wham, hit 'em with the old friendship one-two! I'll get there!
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[ Riz isn't certain, exactly, how it works. Ayda's frustration over the opaque nature of friendship had been deeply relatable to him, in fact. It would be so much easier if you could go up to people and just ask them directly if you're friends, and if not, if you'd like to be friends. But unlike Fabian Aramais Seacaster, home schooled on the high seas, Riz had gone through an ordinary middle school experience and is distinctly aware that not only is that not workable, but that people will act like your friends while secretly making fun of you because acting nice is the joke in and of itself and then you'll catch on when one of them asks you to the school dance and then you know that they're fucking with you and the Briefcase Kid thing wasn't like a cool, fun nickname that you guys shared and you may have a non-zero chance of being thrown into the garbage when you attempt to point out that this is textbook bullying, especially when you start actually quoting the anti-bullying pamphlets, which was in retrospect a bad idea.
Which is fine now, obviously, because this time when people call him The Ball, they actually mean it as a fun nickname, and everyone in high school is absolutely over their middle school years, just like all adults are over high school. It's just, like, evidence on the Theories Of Friend-making, the thesis statement of which is: It's Really Hard, Actually.
Less hard when you're a hot, cool, rich half-elf who calls his mother mah-mawwwwww, apparently. ]
You gotta, like, level up first.
[ First, you buy them matching friendship necklaces... ]
You know, get them off guard. Get them comfortable. Then wham, hit 'em with the old friendship one-two! I'll get there!