Luciel pointed the pocky stick before Clear, intruding his line of sight whilst flashing a grin. "Let me teach you something else, Clear." The slight mischievousness behind his tone was so slight. He placed the pocky in his mouth and inched towards Clear, leaning with legs-crossed expectantly. "Grab 'he ovr en," Luciel said with his mouth occupied. "Like me." He bit the stick, inching closer again.
` eh – what is it? ’ question held the weight of genuine curiosity – a sentence wrapped delicately with a lace full of childish wonder. his attention was fully focused, probably too focused and far too serious about something as simple as this. clear mimicked them, posture and all. ` I understand, ’ he followed their instruction with confidence. ` ahhh, omn – ‘ike t’is? ’ manners slipped just a little as he spoke with his mouth slightly preoccupied. the premise of the act still doesn’t make complete sense to him.
actions still furthered in their mimicry, clear biting a small fraction of the stick and inching closer. patience enveloped him as he awaited further details.
