[oh god. small talk. Midousuji's hand claws down his face, eyes half lid, dragging down his eyelids to expose their pink undersides. right. this is how people to get to know each other?? right? it feels so inorganic. and boring. and gross.
it's maybe just the nature of how boring the question is itself, he thinks. Midousuji's expression evens out as he tilts his head, pursing his lips as he considers. but it's true that he doesn't want to give away anything too revealing, either. his fingers tap his chin, and he extracts another clementine from his bag as he thinks, settling it then on his lap. Midousuji slips off his gloves.]
I'm an only child, [Midousuji answers. in the truest sense possible, almost... he begins to peel the little orange, its thin, soft skin discarded in ribbons by the bottle and messily over his lap.] and I lived alone. I have—had...two cousins.
[Midousuji scowls, reflecting on her offer of the game premise. Midousuji doesn't want to drink, per se—his nerves are a little calmer. but he doesn't want to leave the bottle to Aerith's consumption alone... would she overdo it that hard? he didn't know her well enough to say. and besides, what Aerith said is true—it's not that Midousuji doesn't like her, but he doesn't particularly want to know her, either. he grinds out a sigh. does that mean he has to drink, now that he's answered.]
If it sounds good to you, then that's sufficient, [Midousuji decides, distantly wondering what the hell he's doing. he doesn't have to humor her this far, right? as he's already considered, his only obligation is to be present. but...
Midousuji squints, thinking. questions about back home... wasn't that pointless, now? what was the point in looking back, if they were truly stuck here? until they disappear as mysteriously as they'd arrived... how grim. Midousuji doesn't want to think there isn't a way to do it himself, of his own free will, but it's harder to hold onto that hope. he'd held onto it too hard, maybe, and crushed it.]
Your favorite tea.
[said more like a statement than a question, but it suffices. Midousuji passes Aerith the bottle without looking at her, though he doesn't drink from it this time.]
no subject
it's maybe just the nature of how boring the question is itself, he thinks. Midousuji's expression evens out as he tilts his head, pursing his lips as he considers. but it's true that he doesn't want to give away anything too revealing, either. his fingers tap his chin, and he extracts another clementine from his bag as he thinks, settling it then on his lap. Midousuji slips off his gloves.]
I'm an only child, [Midousuji answers. in the truest sense possible, almost... he begins to peel the little orange, its thin, soft skin discarded in ribbons by the bottle and messily over his lap.] and I lived alone. I have—had...two cousins.
[Midousuji scowls, reflecting on her offer of the game premise. Midousuji doesn't want to drink, per se—his nerves are a little calmer. but he doesn't want to leave the bottle to Aerith's consumption alone... would she overdo it that hard? he didn't know her well enough to say. and besides, what Aerith said is true—it's not that Midousuji doesn't like her, but he doesn't particularly want to know her, either. he grinds out a sigh. does that mean he has to drink, now that he's answered.]
If it sounds good to you, then that's sufficient, [Midousuji decides, distantly wondering what the hell he's doing. he doesn't have to humor her this far, right? as he's already considered, his only obligation is to be present. but...
Midousuji squints, thinking. questions about back home... wasn't that pointless, now? what was the point in looking back, if they were truly stuck here? until they disappear as mysteriously as they'd arrived... how grim. Midousuji doesn't want to think there isn't a way to do it himself, of his own free will, but it's harder to hold onto that hope. he'd held onto it too hard, maybe, and crushed it.]
Your favorite tea.
[said more like a statement than a question, but it suffices. Midousuji passes Aerith the bottle without looking at her, though he doesn't drink from it this time.]