MaryGold
terrified to be known, desperate to be understood
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M A S O N
"I'm sure he'll be built for it," Mason regarded blandly with a partially absent mind and a half full mouth. He scraped his remaining slice of bacon onto her plate and ate the last bit of food that was left. There was no rush, he was simply hungry and still feeling slightly tired. He had a day ahead of him, so, he shook the sleepies and flexed his shoulders.
He pushed his plate aside and sipped his tea. Refreshing as always. Mason had always loved tea, he was an English man, but, it had been so exceptionally helpful since he had been weaning off his intoxicants. Which had been going ... Not too well.
"Either way I kind of feel like he'll be a sports lad." He added, smiling a tiny smile behind his teacup. Focusing on the conversation topic was easier on his mood than what was on his mind. "If not tennis, something else, like football or cricket or even table tennis."
Mason himself was never into sports, even as a teen, his interest had always been placed elsewhere. He never found them exciting, quite the opposite, in fact. If you asked him to name the rules to any of them, he would draw a blank. He only took any interest at all on tennis because Lainey was so fond of it, having been a former player herself. He felt, no matter what Harper went into sport or not, he would feel the same with him.
"Why does practically every sport include a ball? Completely off topic, but still ..."