( he shrinks back in his seat, as if already anticipating an odd reaction to match the odd answer. there isn’t really one forthcoming, though, to his surprise—though kazuya does seem rather interested, which might be just as bad. makoto doesn’t particularly like flashlights being shone into the darkened corners of his psyche that he prefers keep out of sight and out of mind for most people. rather than incising towards the reason for this peculiar response of his, though, kazuya extends to him a benefit of the doubt that he has rarely ever been given. makoto blinks at him with owlish surprise for a moment before easing back to how he had been sitting a moment before, complexion flushing slightly. he nods.
it is true that he doesn’t hate them. he would go so far as to say some of them are cool or interesting, but… well, he was perhaps more interested in the cool aspects of them rather than the animals themselves. he would be happy to pet a kitten or a puppy or something, but he would probably grow bored of it far quicker than other people his age. that sort of thing.
as kazuya continues, he startles a brief laugh out of makoto that is… oddly flattered, to be honest. that faint ruddiness from before deepens, and he hides a contented smile in the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the table. )Really? …Well, thank you. I think if I were to have a favorite, it probably would be one. ( he lapses into a momentary silence. ) I’ll think about it some more. If I do decide on a favorite, I’ll let you know.
( he continues to pick at the food as he thinks, eventually posing a question of his own, ) How about… What was your favorite time of year, back home?
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( he shrinks back in his seat, as if already anticipating an odd reaction to match the odd answer. there isn’t really one forthcoming, though, to his surprise—though kazuya does seem rather interested, which might be just as bad. makoto doesn’t particularly like flashlights being shone into the darkened corners of his psyche that he prefers keep out of sight and out of mind for most people. rather than incising towards the reason for this peculiar response of his, though, kazuya extends to him a benefit of the doubt that he has rarely ever been given. makoto blinks at him with owlish surprise for a moment before easing back to how he had been sitting a moment before, complexion flushing slightly. he nods.
it is true that he doesn’t hate them. he would go so far as to say some of them are cool or interesting, but… well, he was perhaps more interested in the cool aspects of them rather than the animals themselves. he would be happy to pet a kitten or a puppy or something, but he would probably grow bored of it far quicker than other people his age. that sort of thing.
as kazuya continues, he startles a brief laugh out of makoto that is… oddly flattered, to be honest. that faint ruddiness from before deepens, and he hides a contented smile in the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the table. ) Really? …Well, thank you. I think if I were to have a favorite, it probably would be one. ( he lapses into a momentary silence. ) I’ll think about it some more. If I do decide on a favorite, I’ll let you know.
( he continues to pick at the food as he thinks, eventually posing a question of his own, ) How about… What was your favorite time of year, back home?