Yuuhi wasn't terribly hungry, but then, he'd always had a hard time telling people "no," so he started picking at the other cinnamon bun. Besides, it wouldn't help anything if he couldn't even keep up his strength.
"Mm... sure, I don't see why not," he told her. "It's just hard to get the piano when they let us use the music room. The seat can fit two people, but it seems like there's always a rush for it." He chewed on a piece of sticky bread thoughtfully, "but... mm... I'd like that. Ururu too, if... she wants to."
Her last comment struck a chord with him though. Running away... it was how he'd handled most of his problems. Just how much longer could he keep running? Something had to give. He would have been fine if she hadn't followed it with that question. She hadn't asked just where he was from or what kind of world, likely without even realizing it, she'd asked a question that was terribly difficult for him to come to terms with. "I..." he started, but no lie came, no excuse. What kind of place was Robin from? He didn't even know. "It's... very cold where I'm from," he looked down, concentrating on his sweet roll. "But I traveled a lot." He didn't call it what it was, simply running away. "So I don't know if I can say any one place is home." Rather than dwell on it, he pushed the question back to her, "what about you Miss Inoue? Would you tell me about your home?"
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"Mm... sure, I don't see why not," he told her. "It's just hard to get the piano when they let us use the music room. The seat can fit two people, but it seems like there's always a rush for it." He chewed on a piece of sticky bread thoughtfully, "but... mm... I'd like that. Ururu too, if... she wants to."
Her last comment struck a chord with him though. Running away... it was how he'd handled most of his problems. Just how much longer could he keep running? Something had to give. He would have been fine if she hadn't followed it with that question. She hadn't asked just where he was from or what kind of world, likely without even realizing it, she'd asked a question that was terribly difficult for him to come to terms with. "I..." he started, but no lie came, no excuse. What kind of place was Robin from? He didn't even know. "It's... very cold where I'm from," he looked down, concentrating on his sweet roll. "But I traveled a lot." He didn't call it what it was, simply running away. "So I don't know if I can say any one place is home." Rather than dwell on it, he pushed the question back to her, "what about you Miss Inoue? Would you tell me about your home?"