[ Even if where you're from a lot of people have supernatural abilities, you understand that kind of prejudice too. He recognizes that from her spot-on summation, with a bittersweet kind of twist at realizing just how much that's a part of human nature too. After all, he's been chased out of more than one town by villagers with pitchforks and torches. Even after having saved them.
But she looks so down, even if she so obviously tries to pull herself back together and put a smile on, when she had been so positive and energetic before that he feels bad and relents when rationally perhaps he should tap-dance around the question and not tip his hat in this uncertain situation they're in just yet. After all, he's a fugitive.
But maybe it's okay to share a little in this case.
So he smiles. Soft and a little bittersweet, too heavy for someone who seems barely any older than Ochako is. Before he quickly he glances about as if to confirm no one is eavesdropping or paying too much attention, then beckons her in and draws a little closer as if to whisper in a secretive manner. One gloved finger raised to his lips conspiratorially as if swearing her to secrecy, and his eyes bright with a quiet sort of mischief even as his demeanor is still gentle. Whimsical as some sort of wintery fairy and a little otherworldly, with just a touch of showmanship.
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But she looks so down, even if she so obviously tries to pull herself back together and put a smile on, when she had been so positive and energetic before that he feels bad and relents when rationally perhaps he should tap-dance around the question and not tip his hat in this uncertain situation they're in just yet. After all, he's a fugitive.
But maybe it's okay to share a little in this case.
So he smiles. Soft and a little bittersweet, too heavy for someone who seems barely any older than Ochako is. Before he quickly he glances about as if to confirm no one is eavesdropping or paying too much attention, then beckons her in and draws a little closer as if to whisper in a secretive manner. One gloved finger raised to his lips conspiratorially as if swearing her to secrecy, and his eyes bright with a quiet sort of mischief even as his demeanor is still gentle. Whimsical as some sort of wintery fairy and a little otherworldly, with just a touch of showmanship.
It's okay. Please be at ease. ]
Have you heard of Innocence?