[Yogi smiles at Taichi's eternal kindness. If he knew what his friend was thinking, he wouldn't hesitate to tell Taichi about where his abilities and talents are. His good heart, or the way he always makes Yogi smile for one.]
Unless you have the patience to dig with me through these, in search for anything on the Nordic Minister of Magic from about 8 years ago?
[He really doesn't think anyone would want to do that and Yogi slumps against the table, resting his head against his arms. He's aware of the funny look Taichi is sending him. What would Yogi want with the former Nordic Minister of Magic, right? Yogi gulps and studies the pattern on his sweater, green and fluffy, designed to keep him warm.
He knows he doesn't need to tell Taichi, or anyone. He knows he doesn't need to give a detailer explanation to everyone, but... he thinks he should. At least, if h wants to call someone his friend, he should be honest with them about himself. Isn't that the right thing to do? And Taichi... Taichi has always been kind to him. And nice. Always helping and encouraging Yogi. It doesn't feel fair to keep him in the dark, while asking for more help than he already has.]
He was my father. He apparently died about 7 to 8 years ago, along with my mother and I'm trying to find out what happened, because... I... I don't remember any of it.
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Unless you have the patience to dig with me through these, in search for anything on the Nordic Minister of Magic from about 8 years ago?
[He really doesn't think anyone would want to do that and Yogi slumps against the table, resting his head against his arms. He's aware of the funny look Taichi is sending him. What would Yogi want with the former Nordic Minister of Magic, right? Yogi gulps and studies the pattern on his sweater, green and fluffy, designed to keep him warm.
He knows he doesn't need to tell Taichi, or anyone. He knows he doesn't need to give a detailer explanation to everyone, but... he thinks he should. At least, if h wants to call someone his friend, he should be honest with them about himself. Isn't that the right thing to do? And Taichi... Taichi has always been kind to him. And nice. Always helping and encouraging Yogi. It doesn't feel fair to keep him in the dark, while asking for more help than he already has.]
He was my father. He apparently died about 7 to 8 years ago, along with my mother and I'm trying to find out what happened, because... I... I don't remember any of it.