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❝ I -- I think I like this one. ❞
STRANGE THAT uncertainty can color such a simple statement, but, really, he only thinks, he is never entirely sure. Too fearful, too fidgety to feel firmly on any of his opinions -- the notion of choice astounds him, some vast, untraversed horizon that both enraptures and petrifies him, makes him wish he could cower and crawl back to a planet of chrome white walls and tidy black uniforms despite how ardently he desires his own burgeoning individuality. Mismatched eyes pour over the magazines on the tidy coffee table, the little blanket over his shoulders drowning him in all his fragility. He pushes back a persistent strand of red hair hanging in his face, his fingernail tracing the outline of shoes, skirts, earrings, purses.
❝ SOMETIMES I think I like something -- but then, I think more, and I realize it’s so terribly ... impractical, so useless, ❞ he admits in embarrassment, a verdant-green flush crawling over his thin nose and gaunt cheeks, ❝ and maybe I only liked it because of what color it was, or something. ❞ Hesitation lingers in the margins both his voice and his actions, a tepid nervousness not yet dashed by familiarity: despite all the time he’s spent here, he still feels strange. After all, he’s surrounded by aliens. ❝ How do you ... ❞ and he turns the page, visibly brightening as his lips part in astonishment. So much stuff. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen quite so much stuff in his life, nothing like this cluttered little apartment and the glossy pages brimming with treasures. ❝ How do you decide what you like ? ❞