P'rita wondered why he was having trouble now instead of herself? Flynt seemed like a guy who was the stereotypical rich boy but to have her of all people make him like this? She didn't know if she should feel good or bad...but needless she cracked a smile and snickered a bit.
"It's okay, Flynt. You should calm yourself." P'rita exclaimed as she got out of her chair to walk over to his side. She knelt down and grabbed both hand within her's as she explained to him... "Like my master said. When you put effort into anything, the end result will feel the most satisfying than the easy route. Maybe I can help in a way?" in that moment of holding his hand, she had slipped something into it without even letting him see it at first. It was a small square of blank paper. A perfect square. Thin too. Was it meant to write on? She had stood up from there and looked at the area. Taking note of the dimly lit sky.
"You are young, are you not? There is much to learn still. It's never too late to try new things." with a confident smile and a humble gaze she looked to Flynt. Letting him think about the paper she had left him with. "It took me a lot of courage to even ask you to come, show up like this, and not stammer on like a fool. Even if it's as boring as laying on the grass to watch clouds go by i would be happy." She wasn't trying to make him like this. Rather that P'rita wanted to show him that he could still have his life style and her if he put effort into it. Rather than just resort to easy methods.
"It's okay, Flynt. You should calm yourself." P'rita exclaimed as she got out of her chair to walk over to his side. She knelt down and grabbed both hand within her's as she explained to him... "Like my master said. When you put effort into anything, the end result will feel the most satisfying than the easy route. Maybe I can help in a way?" in that moment of holding his hand, she had slipped something into it without even letting him see it at first. It was a small square of blank paper. A perfect square. Thin too. Was it meant to write on? She had stood up from there and looked at the area. Taking note of the dimly lit sky.
"You are young, are you not? There is much to learn still. It's never too late to try new things." with a confident smile and a humble gaze she looked to Flynt. Letting him think about the paper she had left him with. "It took me a lot of courage to even ask you to come, show up like this, and not stammer on like a fool. Even if it's as boring as laying on the grass to watch clouds go by i would be happy." She wasn't trying to make him like this. Rather that P'rita wanted to show him that he could still have his life style and her if he put effort into it. Rather than just resort to easy methods.
"War cannot end in one night,
Love is not gained in a day,
Maturity takes time,
And hard work will always reward you in the end."
P'rita randomly said something before finishing the last of her treat. Truth be told it could be taken as needless and senseless words mashed together to sound intelligent enough to her age, but when has philosophy ever been true? Sometimes it's best to take words with a grain of salt and treat them as they are...words. P'rita on the other hand seemed rather serious in her voice about it.
"So. If you can't swim then how about we start the lesson off with me tossing you over the balcony?" her smile was now more deviate and sinister. She would never do it but it was her weird sense of humor. "I'm just joking. So have you thought of an activity? Or should we just talk elsewhere?"
