[Basil listens quietly to Noah's interpretation of his horoscope, and honestly it sounds like your usual fare. Aquarians are this and that, probably pulled from a list of prepackaged words...
He worries the edge of his sweater as Noah continues, glancing down into his lap...and then back up, his brows upturned.]
[Probably! Noah might have made up the horoscope on the spot. Or... perhaps he really did tap into some higher power for a moment there? Unclear.]
Correct! And probably many other people here if you haven't already. If you like plants, you'd like Shiemi. If you like singing, Mafuyu and Kanade are in a band. Aaaand if you like boys with winning smiles, you'd like me~!
Y'know, I never was, either. Those kinds of things take practice. I used to be a pretty abrasive kid and pushed a lot of people away, so that wasn't doing me any favours. Once you get used to people, though, it gets easier.
...
Besides, I think you're doing a pretty good job so far!
[If you can consider meeting one (1) singular person doing a good job, anyway...
By now, Basil has calmed down just enough to pick up that blade of grass he'd been braiding again, though by now he's almost reached the end of its length. He's not even sure what he plans on doing with it once he's done, if anything.]
[Noah would consider that a good job, yes. All it takes is one person!]
Uh-huh. A lot can change over three years. [A lot can also change over 500 years, but let's not go into that part—] People think three years is a small amount of time, but it's actually a lot, y'know?
[He hums, casting his gaze skyward for a moment.]
I don't like the person I used to be, so I'm determined to leave him behind. That's one of the conclusions I came to in the last few years — leave all the bad stuff behind and move forward. The future is bright~!
[He knows well just how much time it can be. It seems like an eternity. And he knows just how quickly people can change during that time. Sooner rather than later, too.]
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He worries the edge of his sweater as Noah continues, glancing down into his lap...and then back up, his brows upturned.]
Is...is it you?
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Correct! And probably many other people here if you haven't already. If you like plants, you'd like Shiemi. If you like singing, Mafuyu and Kanade are in a band. Aaaand if you like boys with winning smiles, you'd like me~!
[(。•̀ᴗ-)✧]
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W-well I...I'm not really that good at making friends...
[...]
But...you seem really nice.
[And helplessly charming to the point where it's almost stressful, like damn]
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...
Besides, I think you're doing a pretty good job so far!
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By now, Basil has calmed down just enough to pick up that blade of grass he'd been braiding again, though by now he's almost reached the end of its length. He's not even sure what he plans on doing with it once he's done, if anything.]
Abrasive? You could have fooled me...
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Uh-huh. A lot can change over three years. [A lot can also change over 500 years, but let's not go into that part—] People think three years is a small amount of time, but it's actually a lot, y'know?
[He hums, casting his gaze skyward for a moment.]
I don't like the person I used to be, so I'm determined to leave him behind. That's one of the conclusions I came to in the last few years — leave all the bad stuff behind and move forward. The future is bright~!
[Trauma can't hurt you if you dissociate!]
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[He knows well just how much time it can be. It seems like an eternity. And he knows just how quickly people can change during that time. Sooner rather than later, too.]
Has it been hard?