She said that, but her expression had shifted to something else after saying that that spoke of something unwanted. She seemed nice; it could be that she'd prefer otherwise and just wasn't telling him to be polite. If it was that, Mikado could try to call her just by her name. It seemed so intimate, but if it was really that strange to her.... His mouth opened to try it out, but almost instantly he flushed brightly, and he dropped his head, giving up. Lily-san for now. He didn't even call Masaomi by his first name in casual speech.
Luckily, Mikado had something else to think about. He watched her as she spoke, half of what she was saying lining up with the brief view he had of her, the other half becoming something new. Slowly his brain was working over what she was saying. She seemed nice, and young, despite her actual age. But having to fight things? Constantly? Thinking this place was nice and being pleased to go outside. He would have thought she didn't have a home except for that last part. Why would she be pleased to go outside if she was something close to homeless? The boy tilted his head. A part of Mikado wanted to consider his words carefully, but despite his inclination for internal development, Mikado was a person of action. Someone who spoke what they thought, even perhaps where they shouldn't.
"Were you... like a child-soldier, maybe?" He asked this with an open expression, as if this was something to ask any he came across. Child-soldiers seemed something more fantasy than reality in the decade and area Mikado grew up, but if there were things he was learning, it was that the line between fantasy and reality often crossed, with effects to be enjoyed. If she hadn't said fight, he might not have thought about it. She could have been in jail before, but her personality was too innocent for that, he thought.
...And then, he realized he might have been rude. "Ah- Uh, do you like cats, Lily-san? I haven't been around them a lot." That she had described it how she had was really... Pretty cute of her.
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Luckily, Mikado had something else to think about. He watched her as she spoke, half of what she was saying lining up with the brief view he had of her, the other half becoming something new. Slowly his brain was working over what she was saying. She seemed nice, and young, despite her actual age. But having to fight things? Constantly? Thinking this place was nice and being pleased to go outside. He would have thought she didn't have a home except for that last part. Why would she be pleased to go outside if she was something close to homeless? The boy tilted his head. A part of Mikado wanted to consider his words carefully, but despite his inclination for internal development, Mikado was a person of action. Someone who spoke what they thought, even perhaps where they shouldn't.
"Were you... like a child-soldier, maybe?" He asked this with an open expression, as if this was something to ask any he came across. Child-soldiers seemed something more fantasy than reality in the decade and area Mikado grew up, but if there were things he was learning, it was that the line between fantasy and reality often crossed, with effects to be enjoyed. If she hadn't said fight, he might not have thought about it. She could have been in jail before, but her personality was too innocent for that, he thought.
...And then, he realized he might have been rude. "Ah- Uh, do you like cats, Lily-san? I haven't been around them a lot." That she had described it how she had was really... Pretty cute of her.