↳ rude blue-haired kid ↰:

’huh? oh. thanks ki –’ it was his soldier id, the only thing allowing him through the borders in his dimension. terris pauses in the midst of movement, hand already outstretched to claim his item of belonging but only hovering it slightly. it was only the nickname spoken by the young girl that stopped him. a brow raises questioningly, ’rude blue-haired kid, huh? who called me that?’

↳ ♫ ↰  “My brother told me. His name is Kaeto and he’s this tall,” she pointed up but failed to indicate any actual height, “and he said you insulted his hair.” Maybe not in those exact words, but that was what she got from the story. Recounting the tales of other people didn’t come naturally for her. Kotone didn’t particularly understand what made him pause. “Do you not want your thing?”