Before I knew it, the lukewarm sun had outgrown its morning dreariness and was shining a brighter hotter afternoon day.
Sammy never got to know if she was right or right, left her on read, sidestepping that question like how I sidestepped my rehabilitation for today. I walked my fair share already just getting back ho, I figured a little slacking off could do no harm.
'Sides, there were other things in mind that I'd rather be refining aside from my motor skills…
Just for a bit, a wincy bit… so little magic, yeah? I just learned how to ta it, control it, and make it my own… and I barely used it after doing so. Tell , who's going to pass up the opportunity to live out a childhood fantasy co to life?
Maybe sobody out was that sobody, but that sobody certainly wasn't . Nope, I have an empty plate at bedside, and also a tal spoon clattering atop of it, and I'm gonna go on and attain my childhood ambition of becoming a worldwide famous street magician.
And all from the comfort of my bedroom walls too. 21st-century living is best living.
Bending spoons. Seems enough easy on paper, but five minutes of grunting later, and I had nothing to show for my labor… was seriously better off just lting it off with a high-powered laser.
Alas, since I ain't in possession of laser eyes, I could only continue to grunt away my efforts in vain at it, hoping for just the slightest curve.
Honestly don't get it… I'm capable of spiriting away a fictional being from a fictional place to this world using just barely the bare minimum - a feat never been attempted nor achieved before, but dining utensils is where shit gets real for ? Really? Are you for real?
I stopped the tal bending. I had to. The last attempt, concentrated so hard I nearly passed out from lack of air. Today, just this ti, I will concede defeat to the elusive spoon of tal, it shall go on living, feeding mouths for another day… for now.
Thank God this street magician is yet to have an audience, wouldn't be able to handle my expected applause to turn into boos and jeers.
Or at least, I thought I didn't have an audience… turns out though…
My phone buzzed on the tableside - Sammy, I presu, unsatisfied with the lack of a conclusion on her end. Nope… so much nope, shouldn't have presud.
"How did you…?" Outloud, the disbelief in my voice was plain as day… in worded form, it was just as ridden with it too.
Her response was as casual as they co.
Sense ? All the way, hundreds of miles apart, living in the rural countryside?! What in the…
> inquired I with bated breath.
First try, first throw. Sammy thought the ball at first must have bounced away from her field of vision.
She replied in pronto pace.
There was plenty more, but I believe that's enough to get the gist on it. 'It' being the fact that my little sister had pretty much upstaged and surpassed in every conceivable way possible.
I laid beaten and battered, typing away slowly with a dispirited gaze,
Amanda's…? Oh yeah… hostess, cosplayer, artist, college prodigy - forgot strear was also in the mix. Guess that convention is being watched by all, then.
I said.
She said.
And just like that, on this fateful day, glimr-eyed street magician I received a grim humbling reminder. Anything I can do, anybody else can do better. Sammy was running laps around , and I've barely left the starting line.
Should I just give up? Give in to the fact that of course there's always soone better than I? Perhaps weeks back, the answer would have been a sound 'yes'.
Nope. Today, I say, nothing gets a person going than so good ol' fashion sibling rivalry. Plus this whole magic business has given us so common ground to talk about things now. Perhaps the next we chat, it'd be this ti with things to brag about… as well as y'know maybe poking fun at the utter ridiculousness that we're descendants of a Goddess and a Hero.
Sammy always wanted to be an author, she basically got a lucky break here - her first manuscript was unfolding itself before her very eyes.
As for … guess I gotta hang my coat on that street magician notion, and just continue practicing.
Maybe slacking off wasn't a very good idea, after all.
I put my phone down, got showered, dressed… and began walking my steps, balancing the silver tray in hand, unassisted. Sure, my joints and muscles ached, but no pain, no gain, right?
Hard to magic stuff when you're too busy stifling your winces. If Adalia was awake, surely she'd freak that the instructions in her handy scrap paper were being deliberately neglected, especially under her watch.
Clambering down the stairs without help, I thought it'd take a few more days before I tried tackling that prospect. Right now - way I am? I'd be surprised if I even managed it in an hour.
Five minutes later and I've already reached the bottom. Sammy's achievents have lighted a newfound spark in . If she can get that good with so little struggle on her end, how good can I get with so much struggle in mind?
I'm itchy to find out.
If I didn't want any vapid dull days, I just had to make my own stimuli. Sunny day outside, windless day too spoke the forecast today - if there wasn't any wind, how about I try creating a little breeze? Should be a breeze.
Once I deposited, soaped, and washed my dishes in the kitchen, I waddled my way over to the front door, creeping past a snoozing Adalia on the couch as I did, and opened the door to the bright, beautiful afternoon sky.
And also a humming Tyler sitting atop the porch steps.
"Ah, big man!" He exclaid upon catching sight of . "Damn. Though I could pull a sneaky on ya and just disappear all mysterious like, ya know?"
"Disappear?" I frowned, then I had a closer look. He's got his bag slung around his back again, got his sneakers on and his shades out too. That's when it clicked.
"Wow, is it really ti already?" I snorted, taking a seat just right beside him. "Didn't know twenty-four-hour challenges operate on daylight savings too."
He burst into a short cackle, it was a very distinct laugh - like a dolphin being shaken at very high speeds or sothing.
"Not just a player, but a funny man as well," He said, finally settling down. "Dude, you gotta consider making videos sotis, man - you'd be on a fire! I an, you seen the latest vid? You are on fire!"
I pretended to consider the prospect just to be polite, before the inevitable shake of the head and the wave of the arm happened. "Nah, I'm an absolute muppet on cara - I'll pass. I'll stick to what I do best."
Tyler raised a brow. "Oh yeah? What do you do anyway? Big house here, lotta babes - you must be earning the big bucks right?"
"Ah nah, nothing special. My dad's friends with the city's mob boss, I'm basically just freeloading off of the Mafia at the mont."
His dolphin laugh was even louder this ti, so wide was the smile on his face, I'm frankly surprised it hadn't wrapped around to the back of his hand and connected again.
"Y'know after from what I've seen and heard, I'm like this close to actually believing that right now," He said, sighing loudly.
Still hadn't answered the question, I just realized…
"So, you actually leaving now?" I asked, nudging my head at him. "That bored of this place, you can't stand three more hours?"
"Fuck dude, I'd live here my whole life if I could," Tyler replied, sniggering. "No, just got sothing needed doing that ain't done yet, sadly it's gonna be taking the rest of the hours I still have here."
"Oh?" Now I got my curiosity piqued. "That sothing can't wait another three hours?"
"Nope, no can do, my dude."
"Can't wait, not even for more ti with the babes?"
"Nopety nope."
"You tilted the video part one though," I pointed out. "Where's the part two, Tyler? Fans are wanting, you really can't film more?"
"Already fild the rest earlier! Y'know the police, the scary sister? That whole shit from before is good shit!" Tyler chuckled again, shaking his head slow… that cheery smirk always there. "And 'sides… Mom's grave ain't really gonna clean itself, you know?"
Oh.
Oh…
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