( he might have guessed that they were around the same age, but the whimsical way she spoke of days long past had left him guessing for that brief moment. ren softens, smiling warmly as she reminisces, and chuckling as he raises a hand— )
We can talk about it more later.
( he's quick to shift the conversation, trying to make it seem natural: )
The Realm of Stories is actually where a good friend of mine met him, originally. Were... you there also, by chance?
( from the way she'd said that it doesn't really sound like it, but. he doesn't want to assume... )
[ It is so natural that Susato finds no reason to question the topic change, though there is a curious tilt of her head before he continues. Then, despite her interest in learning more about Kazuma's life in the Index (details that he would perhaps never openly discuss himself), she finds herself deflating just a tiny bit.
Her gaze flickers down towards her display of cookies for just a moment before she's able to brush off the feeling. ]
No, I wasn't. I was actually shocked when... when I found out he was there for so long.
( there's a slow, understanding nod in response. truthfully, he knows that feeling— the one that momentarily takes the wind out of her sails. he felt it too, when he'd heard... )
Futaba Sakura.
( normally, giving up the names of his co-conspirators so easily wasn't ren's thing, but perhaps being so easy with it is a testament to the trustworthy vibes susato gives off. )
We, ah— have the same legal guardian. Back home.
( not quite siblings but... close enough, it seems like. )
[ There's no reaction when Susato hears the name, but later on, perhaps, she may find a shy, red-haired young lady, sleeping peacefully among the flowers. Until then, she seems to nod in understanding.
Not quite siblings, but close enough. Ah... If only she hadn't complicated things with her feelings. ]
We do, too. Or... we did. His father and my father... they were friends, but his father died unexpectedly while they were together overseas. I was too young to remember it exactly, but... I know I've been following Kazuma-sama around ever since.
[ He's never not been a part of her life. Except those months when he suddenly wasn't. ]
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ren softens, smiling warmly as she reminisces, and chuckling as he raises a hand— )
We can talk about it more later.
( he's quick to shift the conversation, trying to make it seem natural: )
The Realm of Stories is actually where a good friend of mine met him, originally. Were... you there also, by chance?
( from the way she'd said that it doesn't really sound like it, but. he doesn't want to assume... )
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Her gaze flickers down towards her display of cookies for just a moment before she's able to brush off the feeling. ]
No, I wasn't. I was actually shocked when... when I found out he was there for so long.
...Who might your friend be?
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Futaba Sakura.
( normally, giving up the names of his co-conspirators so easily wasn't ren's thing, but perhaps being so easy with it is a testament to the trustworthy vibes susato gives off. )
We, ah— have the same legal guardian. Back home.
( not quite siblings but... close enough, it seems like. )
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Not quite siblings, but close enough. Ah... If only she hadn't complicated things with her feelings. ]
We do, too. Or... we did. His father and my father... they were friends, but his father died unexpectedly while they were together overseas. I was too young to remember it exactly, but... I know I've been following Kazuma-sama around ever since.
[ He's never not been a part of her life. Except those months when he suddenly wasn't. ]