Un-Discouraged Mentality

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@dreamonslayer

  “...Aislinn, it’s Shiro.” He sighs, very obviously upset about going out    of his way to find and talk to her, but he doesn’t want to ask anyone    else, particularly.

  “I need human help.”

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missedmoon:

              “Eating what.” Leva’s going to hear about this because… what the hell is their child eating?

   "Well, I met ‘em as a cat. So they fed me their tuna. Because    they like cats.”

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missedmoon:

              “Glad you’re actually doing what you’re supposed to do, kiddo. Proud of you. Stop just eating everything except what you’re made to eat.”

  "Yeah, dreams are better than eating her family’s spare tuna.”  

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missedmoon:

              “Alright, sure. Throw it to the cat pile. Did you finally make a contract to eat properly and get a gift?”

  "...Yeah. I’ve been eating really good. She gave me this egg.”

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missedmoon:

              “Why did you get that thing? Where are you going to put it?” It’s not too late to eat the kid, she guesses.

  “‘S a present. From one of those game machines.” He turns   it over in his hands and shrugs. “I dunno. It’s a cool egg, though.”

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missedmoon:

              “Shiro. Shiro. Shiro. Shiro. Shiro.”

   “I got a thing.” He holds up a large Gudetama plush.

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@missedmoon

    “Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.”

[levalheaded]

im changing leva’s (and family’s) last name to saitou because… @ younger me why did you make this word vomit last name

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    “I feel like this sign-in to my account was kind of     transparent. My icons aren’t even getting fixed.”

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Like mom said.

“You seemed pretty sure of it, the way you started shouting like that.” She purses her lips.

“Hi, then, Shiro,” she says simply. “Is that all you wanted, or do you have any more surprises in store for me today?” At least it’s making the day a little interesting, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t hope he didn’t have anything else up his sleeve.

And she’s going to choose to not question him about his parents. She’s pretty sure the answer would be one of those probably-unpleasant surprises, anyway.

    “Being pretty sure isn’t knowing.” As far as he’s concerned, if     he can justify that it wasn’t a lie, then he’s been perfectly     truthful. "I just know mom and dad think you’re a joke.” 

    “I don’t feel like showing off. I just want to know who mom     already knows. Especially a “baku hunter,” since I’m one.”     The title doesn’t seem to concern him in the slightest.

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Hi.

“’I don’t even know your name,’” she says, repeating his words from earlier with a roll of her eyes. “And yet, you did. Typically, saying you don’t know something when you really do is called a lie. It’s that simple, y’know.”

“And somehow, this does not feel like ‘just saying hi.’ But okay. I’ll humor you: Hi! Happy?”

    “Not a lie. I thought your name was probably Aislinn from     what my parents told me, but I didn’t know.” 

    He gives a sharp nod, folding his hands in the small of     his back. “Hi. I’m Shiro.” Astounding-- he might be done     being a brat for the time being.

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Incredibly proud of whatever the kid is to her, she ruffles his hair. "Good job on actually trying different forms, kiddo."

    “Thanks. I have more muscles now.”      Really, he just wanted to look a little older, but it counts for     something, right?

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Insulting.

The girl winced at the child’s enthusiastic screaming of her name.

“Okay, okay, I get it, kid, you’re a little liar and a brat, I get it, shut up. What is the freaking point of this?”

    “I’m not a liar.” He looks actually offended, for once in his life.      “I don’t lie. I’m like mom, I don’t lie.” 

    “I’m just trying to say hi.”

[sadviolences]

[wolantis]

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Aislinn! 

“I would be nice to you, if you weren’t such a brat immediately upon talking to me. However, that’s not the case is it?”

And no, she’s not offering up her own name. Manners do not matter with people like this kid.

    “...Okay.”     He takes a deep, deep breath.

    “Aaaaaaaislinn! Aislinn! Aislinn! Aislinn!”

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dream-eating-dreamer:

“I… guess I am? Huh.”

Now that she thinks about it… yeah, Alice is probably her best friend. She really needs more friends but… there’s Wren, Alice, Leva, Aislinn, and then people she barely talks to.

“I didn’t think Alice would talk about me that much…”

    “I don’t know how much she talks     about you.” 

    He scans over Missy again, trying to     get to remember her well enough to     pick her out in a crowd. Knowing her     general appearance is enough to tell     who she is in a more intimate setting,     but he’d rather have a better grasp of     who the people who can actually trust     are, in case of... what, emergency? 

    He’s suddenly rethinking the decision     to clog his mind with people.

    “Mom and dad wanted me to know     who their friends are.”