“You really spent hours thinkin’ about me? Hah, I’m kinda flattered! You’re talkin’ about Sid Vicious, right? The British guy? Yeah, he’s one of my idols! I’m totally into those London punk bands, y’know? The Clash, Sex Pistols… They’re the best!”
“I’m gonna be just like ‘em! Better, even! I just gotta get a few instruments and somebody to write the lyrics, and I’m gonna fly! I mean, with baseball as my springboard, and bein’ a student at Hope’s Peak… I’m already kinda famous, y’know? I’ve played in Koshien Stadium, I’m so high-profile that I’m guaranteed to get a great start!”
♕ { Well... I like a good mystery, so to speak. And you, Kuwata-san, are a mystery to end them all. No offense intended, honestly... But, if you wish to take my pondering as a compliment, I won't impede your doing so. }
♕ { Koshien Stadium, you say? And all this is your metaphorical 'springboard'? It seems like a lot of effort to put in just a head start, but I suppose the old saying holds true: no pain, no gain. If you are looking for lyrical assistance, however, I could offer to pitch in. When I wax poetic, it waxes beyond simple spoken word-- I'm no Ultimate Poet, but I think it may be good enough-- Not that I mean to brag, I... I'm just offering. }
