♢ SANIYA
“Uhm… thank you? Good on you for being so observant, ki–” … Wait. It may have taken a moment, but Saniya finally understood the situation at hand. What was a kid doing walking around outside of Yoi Seikatsu of all places?
“How old are you? You really don’t look like you’re old enough to be walking around on this school’s grounds.”
“Old enough,” his reply came quick, punctuated by hands placed firmly on his hips and a puffed out chest meant to help affirm his authority for being where he felt like being -- and he felt like being here; why he wouldn’t be allowed to was beyond him.
“Looks can be deceiving, you know,” he continued with a mischievous gleam in his eyes -- perpetuated partly by the lack of reason for statement, given that he didn’t really have any sizable amount of years to his existence. He laughed, removing his hands from where they sat on his hips and holding them out to either side in a careless shrug. “Does it really matter? If I want to look around your school, then I can. It’s as simple as that!”
