For some reason, I felt like I stepped into a literal minefield as I stared at the teary-eyed kid in front of me. The tension in the air spiked after that, the crowd around us starting to get buzzed as they saw me as the stranger that made a local kid cry.
That wasn't good.
"Hey now, that's something we can fix easy," I chuckled, doing my best to placate the kid as I upped my positivity. "I can even teach you if you want. I think most of the crew would do that, actually."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah..."
I trailed off, my positivity wavering as I noticed something in hindsight.
Did I just imply that this kid was already getting on the ship?
"Stranger?"
"Just thinking," I hastily reasoned out, averting my eyes off the kid as I quickly went through my options. "Give me a sec."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!