homeless.

[tore]

It was swell of you to say hello. (This is novel, isn't it? Is this what it's like to feel young?)

I would like to move out, though. I'm a little peckish.

Regards,
Mr. —

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[fairytalenoir]

In a way. But I hardly think comprehension would benefit your kind.

[tore]

Oh!

[ Instantaneously, Mr. —'s customary polite smile breaks into something wider. Regarding the comment as to '[his] kind': ] Can you tell?

[fairytalenoir]

[The Boy remains stiffly formal. Apparently he is not so pleased.]

I see you.

Not all of you, but enough.

[tore]

[ All in all, Mr. —'s behavior doesn't change much. He still seems vaguely confused and pleased at the same time, as if he'd been dropped here by some unseen force but couldn't bring himself to be upset about it. ]

Interesting. Most can't, although I assume you know that already.