[水] - They were like potato nuts. He was now imagining potatoes being added into trail mix for people to munch on while they were going hiking. It was full of carbs so it would give you lots of energy. Potatoes are really big though, so they wouldn’t be very travel friendly.
“Potato nuts, heh. Makes me want to replace all nuts with potatoes.”
Just to see what would happen, of course.
With Kyouhei’s reaction to being called short, Mizumachi was taken aback. Thinking on it, he could guess why he was upset by it. The blond has always been on the taller side, so he couldn’t really understand how anyone who was short felt about their vertical challenges. Looks like he may have offended his friend with the comment he made nonchalantly without thinking much on his words.
“Ah… sorry dude, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just saying you were short compared to me, but lots of people are. You’re average in height and that’s fine. Some of the best athletes I know are your height or shorter.”
He used to look down (figuratively speaking) on people who were shorter than him, but after playing football with many teams, he started to realize that height wasn’t the only quality one needed as an athlete. Skill, heart, and strategy was needed. He didn’t see shorter athletes as being beneath him. Mizumachi respected all of them.
“Haha, I was born this way! Though I guess drinking lots of milk would help?”
Well, if all nuts were replaced by potatoes… he wouldn’t have to worry about his allergy anymore, maybe? Wait, wait, it couldn’t be that simple, right? His allergy was something he’d always lived with and had had to take precautions against… but just removing them altogether… would his body, just on policy, develop an allergic reaction to another food?
Ah, crap, he’d snapped. Kyouhei wasn’t used to playful poking at his height and so he’d reacted defensively… Mizumachi didn’t even have anything to apologize for!
“Aha, it’s fine, ‘Machi, my fault for getting all prickly. I know you wouldn’t tease me about something I can’t help with the purpose of hurting me. You’re too nice for that.” Too nice and… how could Kyou say that his tall friend didn’t seem smart enough to bully someone without accidentally insulting him?
That was interesting. The brunet had never dared to get invested in any sports because one; he was short for his age all across the globe and two; sports seemed like something you needed a lot of energy and aptitude to participate in.
“Makes me think of a song, but I can’t recall it completely.” He let out a soft huff and then tilted his head back, eyebrows furrowed. “Milk, huh? Can’t say I like milk by itself all that much.”