Hey, she'll love me. [Said jokingly and with a slight smirk, if just to poke fun at Baroona.]
[Mikoto waves back, smiling as Clara leaves---she seemed like a fun kid, even if that comment about making her 'look pretty' still baffled her. Once the latter is out of eyeshot, Mikoto blinks down at Baroona. She's seen him smile before, but this particular one is...weird. It's affectionate in a way she hasn't seen before (and if she has, she definitely never picked up on it.); he really does look like a father who loves his daughter.
It's...kind of nice, actually. Even if she didn't know why she thought it was nice, and if she wasn't sure how to feel about thinking it was nice.
She breathes in a bit, scratching the back of her head and trying to look nonchalant.
.......What is wrong with her? She never used to...] Baroona, I'd think asking something like that would be...I dunno...too personal? [Plus, the thought just never occurred to her. She's never thought that far ahead in regards to her own life.] I mean---it's not a bad thing! I just wasn't expecting it, okay?!
[Have fun making sense out of that flustered drivel. But she sharply looks up at his next statement.
...Oh. Mikoto's gaze lowers once more. Yeah.
War was common here, wasn't it? It was how Baroona lost his own family. Became a slave. A gladiator.
War kept him alive, and yet, it would end him one day, too. Her shoulders slump slightly.]
So, in a way...you really are her father. [Mikoto forces a wan smile. What'll happen to her if you die? Her laugh is equally weak.] Wow, Baroona.
[A beat, and she looks off to the side again.] That's...really nice of you.
[Really lame way of putting it, but it's sincere.]
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[Mikoto waves back, smiling as Clara leaves---she seemed like a fun kid, even if that comment about making her 'look pretty' still baffled her. Once the latter is out of eyeshot, Mikoto blinks down at Baroona. She's seen him smile before, but this particular one is...weird. It's affectionate in a way she hasn't seen before (and if she has, she definitely never picked up on it.); he really does look like a father who loves his daughter.
It's...kind of nice, actually. Even if she didn't know why she thought it was nice, and if she wasn't sure how to feel about thinking it was nice.
She breathes in a bit, scratching the back of her head and trying to look nonchalant.
.......What is wrong with her? She never used to...] Baroona, I'd think asking something like that would be...I dunno...too personal? [Plus, the thought just never occurred to her. She's never thought that far ahead in regards to her own life.] I mean---it's not a bad thing! I just wasn't expecting it, okay?!
[Have fun making sense out of that flustered drivel. But she sharply looks up at his next statement.
...Oh. Mikoto's gaze lowers once more. Yeah.
War was common here, wasn't it? It was how Baroona lost his own family. Became a slave. A gladiator.
War kept him alive, and yet, it would end him one day, too. Her shoulders slump slightly.]
So, in a way...you really are her father. [Mikoto forces a wan smile. What'll happen to her if you die? Her laugh is equally weak.] Wow, Baroona.
[A beat, and she looks off to the side again.] That's...really nice of you.
[Really lame way of putting it, but it's sincere.]