and also, you shouldn’t just accept bread from strangers. [ he says such though … he’s surged with a strong sense of familiarity, it’s quite unnerving. he shrugs it off. ]
… really? [ male’s expression slightly contorts in concern, his query rhetorical. ] yeah, i figured. you don’t seem the least bit bothered … who’s he fighting anyways? … well, at least you’re safe.
₍ a curt nod , brutal honesty . nayuta doesn’t mean to sully her gu͟a͟r͟d͟i͟a͟n’s reputation .. ₎ he’s alway’s out ‘ fighting , ‘m used to it . ₍ but the current predicament doesn’t help him much . ₎
you don’t know where he’s … ? [ brows knit together, thinking to himself, ‘unbelievable …’ as he further scans the environment for any signs of a parent, guardian, whatever. sighing out. ] does “he” always do this?
₍ she too look’s around , for the most part unbothered . far more focused on the food in hand . 💭 * lost him . ₎ i was , but .. i don’t know where 𝗵𝗲’s gone .
alright … [ there’s a brief silence. he clears his throat, preventing any tension from building up. ] though, young lady, if you must excuse me, i have to … wait. are you with anyone? [ his gaze surveying their surroundings. ]