[ It has to be her, right? He looks at the mess, then the girl, and then back to the mess. He's never been great with kids, of course, and they generally simply didn't like him. Not that he cared what they thought. But he cared, just a little bit. He takes gentle steps towards her, stepping around the glass with his own bare feet. He doesn't know how she'll react to this, but right now, he doesn't actually care how she feels because she's going to end up hurt.
With a couple of quick, easy movements, he scoops her up, and starts out of the kitchen. He can clean up the glass and mess of root beer later. But, first he'll be sure to keep certain injury from happening thanks to shards of glass.
Now that he has her, he'll ask her again. ]
Reimi-chan?
[ Since he doesn't know if she would have known his parents, if they were neighbors that long. ]
no subject
With a couple of quick, easy movements, he scoops her up, and starts out of the kitchen. He can clean up the glass and mess of root beer later. But, first he'll be sure to keep certain injury from happening thanks to shards of glass.
Now that he has her, he'll ask her again. ]
Reimi-chan?
[ Since he doesn't know if she would have known his parents, if they were neighbors that long. ]
I'm -- Kishibe.
[ That's the way to go, right? He hopes. ]