( it's sort of depressing, when he thinks about it--so he's been trying not to think about it. the staff has been diligently checking in every few minutes, reassuring that they're looking for someone to pull in for the study; and he's been agreeing, with a lukewarm nod, when a few minutes becomes five, becomes ten, becomes fifteen. has everyone else in this place already partnered up, somehow, and he's the only one left alone? is he the only non-human in this place? certainly that can't be the case, but it feels like he's the dud at the bottom of a box of batteries, discarded and left here to rot. will he even get the money, if no one comes in? that's something he should ask, when the staff returns.
this time, however, it's not just the staff member that returns: it's someone that he knows, someone that he recognizes, and despite better judgement, he can feel the blood mark on his face start to twitch, bubbling just barely with embarrassment. it shouldn't matter: it shouldn't matter, and he tells himself it doesn't matter, but the last thing he wants is for oushi to think that he's just some loser that can't find a proper 'bond' or whatever it is.
why does that matter? who knows. maybe because they're 'friends', even if thinks that the reluctance he'd felt on the other end of the message had been a little too pointed.
he stands, from where he's seated on a very small loveseat: it feels like the right thing to do, gesturing with one open hand towards the cushions; there's no way they can both fit on it, which is likely by design, but he thinks it's better for oushi to sit instead of him. he forces his expression back into its gentle impassiveness. )
...I wasn't really ever a kid. ( this is said with some consternation, as though he has to think about it. ) But if it's something you would like to teach me, I would learn.
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this time, however, it's not just the staff member that returns: it's someone that he knows, someone that he recognizes, and despite better judgement, he can feel the blood mark on his face start to twitch, bubbling just barely with embarrassment. it shouldn't matter: it shouldn't matter, and he tells himself it doesn't matter, but the last thing he wants is for oushi to think that he's just some loser that can't find a proper 'bond' or whatever it is.
why does that matter? who knows. maybe because they're 'friends', even if thinks that the reluctance he'd felt on the other end of the message had been a little too pointed.
he stands, from where he's seated on a very small loveseat: it feels like the right thing to do, gesturing with one open hand towards the cushions; there's no way they can both fit on it, which is likely by design, but he thinks it's better for oushi to sit instead of him. he forces his expression back into its gentle impassiveness. )
...I wasn't really ever a kid. ( this is said with some consternation, as though he has to think about it. ) But if it's something you would like to teach me, I would learn.