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  ⟨ 椿— ‘Everything’s fine’. How quirky. Karmina never understood why humans liked so much to keep themselves hurt, rather than asking for help—even when they were evidently, blatantly and unavoidably in pain, like this kid, they still denied it with two words. ‘I’m fine’. What kind of lie is it? What good does it bring, what pros, especially when the injuries are visible to pretty much anyone? 

     “ If you say so, ” she simply replied– she didn’t know wether this kid was the kind to say he was fine to then scream ‘help me! help me!’, and frankly, it wasn’t her main concern nor matter of interest at the time being. Moreso, she was interested as to… how the hell he could get the idea of sitting in the middle of some road like this. Did he sit in ROADWAYS like this? She sincerely hoped he wouldn’t be that much naive. Especially considering that usually it’s teen and upper that say ‘I’m fine’ when hurt, just to emphasize how much she found this child interesting.

     “ That’s for sure. I wasn’t telling you to budge out of the way, in fact. ” it was a statement. Common sense. “ Still, it’s weird— to see, I mean. Hm. You like this cat? Is it yours? ” perhaps switching topics to a more… subtle ‘road’ would be more fruitful for her. Let’s see how it goes, she thought.⟩

↳ ❂ ↰  He wondered that as well, but humans were afraid of change; they’d rather deal with familiar pain than risk escaping it. Some tried and managed to better their situations while some tried and failed. The latter fit him better, but if he kept his eyes closed, he could ignore his surroundings and pretend it had nothing to do with him. When people expressed concern and asked if he was okay, it shattered the illusion and only hurt more.

“Not mine.” He glanced down at the cat by his side. It stretched a bit before sniffing at his hand, which had stilled in the course of conversation. So he lifted his hand once more to continue petting the animal, and it purred in response. “I like him though.”

Ah yes, he much preferred a change of subject. The less he had to talk about himself, the better, especially when he didn’t have the willpower to stand up and walk away from this nosy stranger. Cats? Yeah, he could talk about cats anytime. If he could own one, he would. But perhaps later in his life, things would work out and he’d be able to get one for himself. For now, though, he’d settle for the strays he saw around the neighborhood.

“Do you like cats?”