[ There's a little grimace, a soft sigh, but a nod in the end. No words to be spoken beyond that - though she's probably more used to this nonverbal side of Ren than the Ren that actually holds conversations at length.
He turns his attention to the light switch, trying to set his mind to the task of switching it off. Right. Focus a positive emotion into physical manifestation. He's consciously made it happen... one out of five times, give or take. He just has to pick the right emotion. It's hard, when your specialty is masking emotions, to let them come back to the surface of your own will. It's frightening, almost - joy, he's found, will often either bubble up too fast or can't be readily summoned, and it's hard to use confidence when you're in the middle of failing to accomplish your task. Affection is tricky - he tried thinking about Nora once during a practice session and inadvertently ended up growing flowers out of the entire length of his blanket.
Friendship, though. Like the one he has with Pyrrha, one he looks forward to building more upon... he allows that thought to swell slowly, exhaling gradually through his mouth, and after a period of time that might seem as though he's not going to accomplish a goddamn thing the light switch finally flicks down.
[ Pyrrha sits very patiently as she waits for Ren to demonstrate. He didn't need to, ultimately. Her mild plea for an example had been expected to be answered anecdotally. What he does instead? Well, it takes her a moment to realise anything even happened.
The light switch clicks down. It doesn't do a lot, in the end. It's the middle of the day, and the windows aren't covered. Ren remains clear in her vision; although, she would recommend he turn the lights back on if he wants to keep reading.
Another few seconds of waiting.
Nothing else happens. ]
That's good! Ren, that's nothing to scoff at. This is a new discipline to you. It's much harder to learn something as an adult than it is when you're young, you know?
[ she's proud of her son (who is a year older than her now) ]
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Date: 2017-11-08 06:56 pm (UTC)[ Surprise, the master(?) of emotional suppression isn't good at letting his feelings out. ]
Honestly, it usually happens on accident.
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Date: 2017-11-08 09:26 pm (UTC)[ She can't help you if she doesn't know what you need help with, bro. :( ]
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Date: 2017-11-09 01:27 am (UTC)He turns his attention to the light switch, trying to set his mind to the task of switching it off. Right. Focus a positive emotion into physical manifestation. He's consciously made it happen... one out of five times, give or take. He just has to pick the right emotion. It's hard, when your specialty is masking emotions, to let them come back to the surface of your own will. It's frightening, almost - joy, he's found, will often either bubble up too fast or can't be readily summoned, and it's hard to use confidence when you're in the middle of failing to accomplish your task. Affection is tricky - he tried thinking about Nora once during a practice session and inadvertently ended up growing flowers out of the entire length of his blanket.
Friendship, though. Like the one he has with Pyrrha, one he looks forward to building more upon... he allows that thought to swell slowly, exhaling gradually through his mouth, and after a period of time that might seem as though he's not going to accomplish a goddamn thing the light switch finally flicks down.
That's it.
That's his best. ]
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Date: 2017-11-13 11:33 pm (UTC)The light switch clicks down. It doesn't do a lot, in the end. It's the middle of the day, and the windows aren't covered. Ren remains clear in her vision; although, she would recommend he turn the lights back on if he wants to keep reading.
Another few seconds of waiting.
Nothing else happens. ]
That's good! Ren, that's nothing to scoff at. This is a new discipline to you. It's much harder to learn something as an adult than it is when you're young, you know?
[ she's proud of her son (who is a year older than her now) ]