“- like you,” said Victor, slightly firmer this time.Īnd he remembers it so vividly - Victor’s face, skin glowing under the moonlight, eyes glittering, his cheeks the slightest shade of red as he’d turned away to look back at the sky. Victor mumbled something, quiet and inaudible in the wind. Hop sighed, falling backwards to lay down next to Victor. He stared upwards at the sky, exhaling gently with the breeze, his expression pensive and vulnerable in a way that Hop didn’t fully understand yet. No troublesome expectations or anything.” Always waiting for the sun to go down so they can come out again. “They don’t expect you to do anything - they don’t even care whether or not you understand them. “I get it - people are scary because they expect you to do something, and they get mad when you can’t.” “When people talk - learning English - very scary.” “Hard to understand is scary,” said Victor. It’s like a puzzle, or a riddle! I think it’s really fun to learn about the stars.” “When I don’t know something, it makes me want to learn more about it. “Why you like mysterious?” Victor clarified. “‘Mysterious’ is ‘hard to understand’?” he asked. Victor made his “I don’t understand that word” face. “Why do you love the stars so much?” Victor had asked - well, really, the way Victor phrased it was probably closer to “Why you like star a lot?” but Hop understood either way. It’s difficult for him not to blame himself for the mess his life would eventually turn into, because looking back, it’s not like Victor hadn’t said anything. But Hop was never good at sitting still, and he was a rubbish listener. It’s not as if Victor didn’t talk - he’d stumble through short stories of Kanto, of the town he’d left behind, the creek and the woods by his old house that he’d explore when he felt particularly brave. Victor would - well, Victor would mostly listen. Hop would tell him about Pokemon and his older brother and his dreams and his family and the candy he’d managed to sneak out from under his mom’s nose that morning. They’d talk - Victor’s English wasn’t the best back then, but they’d manage. Sometimes, he’d badger Victor into sneaking out past both of their bed-times to stargaze with him, lying flat on their backs just off the road between their houses and staring up at the swirling glittering sky above them. The feelings of loneliness changed with the arrival of Victor - his love for the stars did not. Even now, all these years later, on nights after particularly long days filled with trials and setbacks and hardship after hardship - he’ll lie on his bed and trace the outlines of the few constellations he’d bothered to memorize, same as he’d done all those years ago. It’d been the one area of his study that had done nothing to temper the fangs of wonder - the stars feel as mysterious, remote, and awe-inspiring as they’d always felt, uncaring of how many books or papers or articles he reads about them. Later, much later in his life, he’d learn about celestial bodies and moons and planets and meteoroids and asteroids, about constellations and galaxies and neutron stars and quasars and supernovas and black holes and everything else that makes the cosmos. Sometimes, on particularly restless nights, he’d spend an hour or two staring out of his window and up into the sky, counting the stars in his head until slumber inevitably claimed him. His Wooloo helped - bundling into bed with him to serve as a fluffy, warm pillow - but he still lost a lot of sleep that year to silence and isolation.
CARDHOP CRACKED FULL
He’d grown up in a loud, crowded household, full of warmth and family and sounds and parents and Leon - it’d taken him almost half a year to adjust to the silence of being the only person sleeping upstairs without his older brother’s night-owl tendencies to drift off too. There was a small, half forgotten window in his life, tucked neatly in the few months between the time Leon left home to go on his gym challenge and the time Victor had first arrived from Kanto where Hop had felt truly alone. Even better, some actions are flexible.Before Pokemon, before research, before even Victor, Hop’s first love was the night sky.Simply enter an action or abbreviation (which you’ll find in the Help Book by entering “?” or “help”) followed by your contact’s name and Cardhop will handle the rest.Quickly interact with your contacts with the following actions: Call, Copy, Directions, Email, FaceTime, FaceTime Audio, Large Type, Message, Skype, Telegram, Twitter, URL, and VoIP.
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