Six— [eyes glued onto hands winding the knot. Can sixteen-year-olds look like that? He's bound to have seen some in the days of Jim, but. It's just... it's not so far off from his own age. Can he look like that? Does he want to, when he starts thinking of how far looking like this has gotten him— but none of this is important.
He lifts on his toes, detaching from the wall, almost enthusiastically, gaze jumping from tie to Miyuki's,] I- I'm thirteen! [As though it's quite a big deal. See, he's just never really been properly around or had much experience with someone so close to his age before—not since he was kept with other boys under the house, so perhaps it isn't that different. In terms of other experience, this is new. And, in terms of being imprisoned in his own estate by a demon, living among demons, it's not really something he ever expected to happen.]
Three years. It's little! It's close, three years, woh.
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He lifts on his toes, detaching from the wall, almost enthusiastically, gaze jumping from tie to Miyuki's,] I- I'm thirteen! [As though it's quite a big deal. See, he's just never really been properly around or had much experience with someone so close to his age before—not since he was kept with other boys under the house, so perhaps it isn't that different. In terms of other experience, this is new. And, in terms of being imprisoned in his own estate by a demon, living among demons, it's not really something he ever expected to happen.]
Three years. It's little! It's close, three years, woh.