Extremely stressed, Jeronimo could see the multi-colored ball encompassing his vision. The boy winced as he slapped his forearms over the ball.
"What," he managed to say.
Yeah, great start, Jeronimo.
Actually, if it was taken as a sort of ironic fashion, then it was pretty clever! Right? “What”. The thing that identifies him is “what”. He’s a confusing entity, who made strange comments and was constantly criticizing things most people took for granted! And how boring is “odd”, you know?
“Uh uh uh... Guitar.”
Jeronimo scowled. Yeah, he played guitar. This would’ve been interesting information if he’d BROUGHT his guitar. Beautiful thing. Córdoba nylon. He was learning classical guitar. But he couldn’t play it anyway, the guitar head was chipped, so if he wanted one, he’d need to buy a new one. Hey, actually, Jeronimo could repair that with the Mending Spell now.
WAIT, HIS MUM COULD HAVE REPAIRED IT WITH THE-
“Uhhhhh Correct Boulder.”
Finally. Something workable. People will have NO idea what that means.
Jeronimo deftly tossed the beach ball.
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