Celty, in the brief time he had known her, had seemed utterly natural as she was, headless, strong, and silent, and here, looking like Harima (or Harima looking like her, more appropriately) and offering words seemed something adverse suddenly, against how it should have been. It held no basis in logic, but he felt it all the same. This wasn't natural. He understood the irony of it, but there it was.
And then he realized he was staring. And what she had said. He blinked dumbly, then waved his hands in front of him, backtracking. "No, it's not, not really...." Just that it sort of was, in a way that didn't make sense. Mikado quieted, the stammering winding down as his real feelings seemed obvious. He looked at her for a moment, near solemnly. "...Do you like it though?"
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Celty, in the brief time he had known her, had seemed utterly natural as she was, headless, strong, and silent, and here, looking like Harima (or Harima looking like her, more appropriately) and offering words seemed something adverse suddenly, against how it should have been. It held no basis in logic, but he felt it all the same. This wasn't natural. He understood the irony of it, but there it was.
And then he realized he was staring. And what she had said. He blinked dumbly, then waved his hands in front of him, backtracking. "No, it's not, not really...." Just that it sort of was, in a way that didn't make sense. Mikado quieted, the stammering winding down as his real feelings seemed obvious. He looked at her for a moment, near solemnly. "...Do you like it though?"