tell me a story from when you were little.
❝ curious to know more about me, hm ? i'm beginning to think you have ulterior motives. ❞
a teasing smirk pulls upon his lips at @lightstre's request, though it's softer than one would probably expect. oh, he had many stories he could tell. happy ones, sad ones, ones that belonged to a different man that had his same face. he chews on his meal thoughtfully for a moment, contemplating on which one was best for around a campfire. verso didn't care much for reliving something sad at the moment, anyways.
❝ once, in lumiere, my older sister and i used to fancy this boulangerie that sold the absolute best pastries. when our maman sent us to get baguettes, we had the grand idea to see who could sneak some croissants without the baker knowing. of course, he most likely knew given we weren't exactly master thieves, but we were none the wiser in any case. my sister . . . it was one of the few times i've seen her smile so freely. ❞
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