Well, I appreciate it, homemade and not. I'm sorry, I don't usually celebrate things, like I said. I don't really have anything for you in return. Can I take a rain check?
[She passed her hand over the little white capelet.]
[Souma feels like squirming. This is so uncomfortable for him. In years he has built up the defenses and abilities so that he never has to say those three little words.]
I... need. Hh.
H....
Help.
[He lowers his gaze and his gray-skinned face is visibly ruddy now, ears reddening as his forelock falls over his left eye. He wants to scowl at himself in disgust. What kind of independent, free man has to ask someone for assistance?]
[Weird reaction, but OK, he was kind of a strange guy, sometimes. And guys - by and far, with her limited experience - didn't like asking for help. Or directions.]
Come in, sit down on the little settee at the foot of my bed, and I'll close the door. The rooms are soundproof, anyway. No one's going to hear us talking.
[Why were the rooms soundproof? Well, Peace didn't know and didn't care to question why that was. A mystery for the mysterious Naomi Gregory.]
If... you might. Consider it as your gift to me, my lady. I...
[He nods two times, thinking what he wants to say over carefully. His eyes are focused on his hands.]
Would... humbly req... quest assistance with reading this. I am...
Nn-n. My tribe calls it dull-witted. Or... rubbish-brained. No matter h-h-how much I studied, or how many times I.... was dosi.. disciplined. I cannot learn. The c-characters.
Especially... when it is.. a lot.
[He gestures, trying to make a page with lots of writing in the air.]
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[She passed her hand over the little white capelet.]
Like an "I owe you a gift"?
no subject
Actually...
[Souma feels like squirming. This is so uncomfortable for him. In years he has built up the defenses and abilities so that he never has to say those three little words.]
I... need. Hh.
H....
Help.
[He lowers his gaze and his gray-skinned face is visibly ruddy now, ears reddening as his forelock falls over his left eye. He wants to scowl at himself in disgust. What kind of independent, free man has to ask someone for assistance?]
With something.
no subject
[Weird reaction, but OK, he was kind of a strange guy, sometimes. And guys - by and far, with her limited experience - didn't like asking for help. Or directions.]
Come in, sit down on the little settee at the foot of my bed, and I'll close the door. The rooms are soundproof, anyway. No one's going to hear us talking.
[Why were the rooms soundproof? Well, Peace didn't know and didn't care to question why that was. A mystery for the mysterious Naomi Gregory.]
no subject
If... you might. Consider it as your gift to me, my lady. I...
[He nods two times, thinking what he wants to say over carefully. His eyes are focused on his hands.]
Would... humbly req... quest assistance with reading this. I am...
Nn-n. My tribe calls it dull-witted. Or... rubbish-brained. No matter h-h-how much I studied, or how many times I.... was dosi.. disciplined. I cannot learn. The c-characters.
Especially... when it is.. a lot.
[He gestures, trying to make a page with lots of writing in the air.]
They... do not make sense to me.