[The soft squeeze, while harmless by Midori's standards, completely flushes his body with warmth, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks and blossom through his chest. He's not sure if it's Midori's kindness or the physical contact, but really...it doesn't matter. There's nothing he can do to shove his blushing complexion down, so instead he'll just tuck his chin into his chest, eyes cast to the pavement in hopes that it'll hide as much of that pink flush as it can.]
This town's peaceful. Is it always like this?
[Genuine curiosity. After all, it was Raimon who had led the resistance against Holy Road and Sector 5, wasn't it? Rebellion and a quiet, peaceful down didn't seem to coincide in his mind. Then again, like Tenma himself, there as far more to him than outside appearances would suggest.]
It's almost like the storybooks I've seen.
[Spoken as if he'd recently read them.
He pauses a moment, red eyes flaring wide open and boring into the sidewalk as if it was the most interesting thing in the universe. I she really fascinated by the concrete path? Not really. It's more out of panic, much like a deer in the headlights.]
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This town's peaceful. Is it always like this?
[Genuine curiosity. After all, it was Raimon who had led the resistance against Holy Road and Sector 5, wasn't it? Rebellion and a quiet, peaceful down didn't seem to coincide in his mind. Then again, like Tenma himself, there as far more to him than outside appearances would suggest.]
It's almost like the storybooks I've seen.
[Spoken as if he'd recently read them.
He pauses a moment, red eyes flaring wide open and boring into the sidewalk as if it was the most interesting thing in the universe. I she really fascinated by the concrete path? Not really. It's more out of panic, much like a deer in the headlights.]
I mean. Memories of them.
[Nailed it.]