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“Um…” Micha hesitated, quietly laughing to himself. “Actually, a bit, but, it’s not… it’s not your fault. I um…” He paused, shaking his head. “I’m, pretty easy, to scare, I mean,” he quickly recovered. Micha carefully pushed each book back onto it’s respective shelf and arranged them so that they were all in line, neat and proper. “Toby,” he repeated, smiling softly to himself, now that he wasn’t facing the other, and rather reading the titles along the spines of the books. “That’s a nice name.” Realizing he hadn’t yet mentioned his own, he panicked slightly, turning back to face him. “My uh… I mean, I’m… Micha.” After a brief moment he continued. “You didn’t, you know… have to help me, or anything, but… I— I appreciate it. Do you normally like reading?”
“Sorry about that, then.” He knew it wasn’t technically his fault, but still he felt a little responsible for having scared him. When he said that Tobias had a nice name, he shrugged his shoulders. “Thanks. I guess it’s not so bad.” He didn’t really have any opinion one way or the other about his name. It just was. “It’s nice to meet you, Micha. And I know I didn’t have to help, but I wasn’t just going to leave you here.” He quirked his lips. “I’m not a huge reader, but I figured it would be nice to find a book to take outside. It’s a really nice day.”
Micha knew it was probably not something people heard every day, and it wasn’t exactly like everyone got to pick their own names, since that was a parent’s job. But for him, names had meanings, and they were significant. In a way, Toby did have a choice, to go by his full name, or his shortened, which were the same, but very different. “Nice to meet you,” he reciprocated, though quieter than the other male. A small laugh fell from his lips, shifting his gaze down for a moment. “Yes, I s’ppose it is. I have to admit, I’m.. n-not really used to weather, like this, where I’m from. It’s sort of just... er, the same, year round. I um.. won’t bother you, any more, if you want to go read.”











