[He thinks he can see it, through the translucent plastic. His voice is still quiet, but a little bit hopeful.]
I really like anpan.
[Does he want to talk about what happened...? He's not sure he wants to. Not right now, not right away. He was prepared to, but...that's not quite the same. He needs a second, to process and internalize that Cairo's come over, and she wants to eat some bread and sandwiches, and talk about...well, talk about whatever.
It's nice.
From one of the platforms built against the walls, Tybolt makes a squeaky kind of yawn, and jumps down. He'll make his way over to where the bag is, looking up curiously. What's in the bag? Is it for him?]
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[He thinks he can see it, through the translucent plastic. His voice is still quiet, but a little bit hopeful.]
I really like anpan.
[Does he want to talk about what happened...? He's not sure he wants to. Not right now, not right away. He was prepared to, but...that's not quite the same. He needs a second, to process and internalize that Cairo's come over, and she wants to eat some bread and sandwiches, and talk about...well, talk about whatever.
It's nice.
From one of the platforms built against the walls, Tybolt makes a squeaky kind of yawn, and jumps down. He'll make his way over to where the bag is, looking up curiously. What's in the bag? Is it for him?]