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 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 1:47 pm
Gods, he thought, wincing inwardly, I've traipsed into a trope. This poor girl was so simple that she made poor sport. Still...one had to use what was given, even when it entailed making something out of nothing. He tried to remember the way she'd shrugged. "The same for me. I can't recall anymore whether I began to wander so that I could tell stories, or if I had to find stories to keep me company as I walked." He pursed his lips, considering what other questions he could prod her with, and found the options lacking. So, he twisted an ear (baubles gleaming noticeably) and arched an eyebrow enticingly. "Would you like to hear a story?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:21 pm
So, he was a storyteller? How wonderful it must be to know so many stories and learn so much as he surely had! Aside from the ones that helped in her training, Uncle had little use for stories, so she had grown up mostly without them. Even after she began to wander on her own, she had rarely encountered storytellers. Still, she found that she rather enjoyed them, even though she knew that Uncle would not approve. Another guilty pleasure to add to the list. At least she could reasonably admit this one aloud.
"I would," she said, wagging her tail. "What kind of story?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:28 pm
He grinned, once again bringing into focus his crooked tooth, and felt his opinion of Youko buoyed up by her enthusiasm. Simple girls who liked stories were a whole other kettle of fish. One of his favorite kettles, really. But anyway. He tilted his head to fix her with one shadowy eye, as if trying to pin her. "Well, that depends," he answered. "What kind of story do you like?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:37 pm
As was her nature, Youko was happy that he was pleased with her. However, when he asked his question, she deflated. What kind of story did she like?
"I...have not heard many," she admitted, as though it were some kind of crime.
But he had asked a question. Surely she must have an answer of some sort. Maybe, what she liked to talk about? Or what she could relate to? But...she did not have any particular topic she enjoyed, except for helping people, and she was not good enough at understanding people to relate to them. What did she understand?
"Maybe...justice? Or revenge?" She understood that much, at least. Maybe if she heard a story about it, she could understand other things, too.
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