❝– My father gave it to me,❞ A pause, eyebrows knotting together in confusion. ❝I believe I’ve told you this before, Asugi?❞ Strange that a friend would ask such a thing upon reunion, but then again he didn’t seem to recognize her either.
Asugi who? What now?
He lets the confusion show plainly on his face, reaching up to scratch the back of his head just beneath his own headband--he has absolutely no idea who this girl is, but apparently she recognizes him. Had he taken on a fake name for a thieving job some time ago? It wouldn’t have been unusual to do so, but...no, he doesn’t remember it.
“Sorry. I don’t know who this Asugi guy is, but I’m not him.” Better to be upfront about it than to pretend. “And I’ve never spoken to you before in my life, I’m pretty sure. It’s Gaius, actually--just Gaius, no other names, no Asugi. You must be mistaking me for someone else.”
Well, in any case, he’s still curious about his earlier question. “Oh, your father, huh? Guess hearing a strange dancer with pink hair gave it to you would be too convenient. Well, thanks anyway.” Her style must be more popular than he’s realized.













