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Post by Asahina Momiko on Feb 15, 2018 0:46:42 GMT -5
"She feels that way because she IS different. Different than others, different than me, different than you. No matter what IT has said to you or what you think. I want you to get that into your head."
"But Mother..."
"Do NOT call me that child. I am surprised."
"O-Of course, Asahina-sama."
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Feb 15, 2018 1:05:17 GMT -5
"I... I don't understand, Asahina-sama," Yoshi tells Mei, plainly and honestly. He had just received a rapid influx of new information, but none of it made sense as yet.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Feb 15, 2018 1:16:02 GMT -5
"No, of course you don't. Oh look, the salads."
...indeed, the maid returned with a cart, three platters with covers on it. She set them in front of Momiko and Yoshi as she continued, "That thing calling itself Asahina Momiko is not human; She was an experiment, a failed experiment I grew in my basement."
Mei's salad was set down in front of her and opened.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Feb 15, 2018 1:29:27 GMT -5
"The... school handbook said that some of our fellow students, or teachers, may not be human," Yoshi says. "We... aren't supposed to treat them any differently." When all else was failing him, the young Dragon had a tendancy to rely upon logic and rules. And was that statement perhaps just the teeniest, tiniest... rebuke?
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Feb 15, 2018 1:42:54 GMT -5
Mei arched an eyebrow as she took a bite of her salad. Swallowing, she nods, "I see. You are right there. Though I always found that rule... trite. Mind you though, that rule was created for spirits and other non-human creatures in the Celestial Order. Not cases like this. Regardless, I cannot control what you wish to do in that regard; I am simply trying to give you the truth of things, Tamori-san."
She took another bite of her salad.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Feb 15, 2018 6:32:57 GMT -5
"I... appreciate your... frankness, Asahina-sama," Yoshi says, though how much appreciation he was actually giving with his barely inflected, guarded tone was up for debate. There's a frown upon his face as he starts his own salad. "However... I would have preferred if Momiko-san herself had been given the choice to tell me." For the girl in question sitting across from him, he finds his smile again, small but meaningful.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Feb 15, 2018 15:09:59 GMT -5
"I do not care about your preferences, Tamori-san. And there is the distinct possibility she might not have told you. So consider it a favour. As is, I have not even told you everything, but it might be an interesting experiment to see what it does now."
No pun intended on the use of the word see.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Feb 15, 2018 15:31:40 GMT -5
"It is... not a favor for which I will thank you," Yoshi tells her flatly but honestly, looking down at his salad rather than at his host. He breathes in and out slowly, calming himself. "I would also ask please... as your guest... that you stop referring to Momiko-san as "it", Asahina-sama." She'd already made clear what she thought of his preferences, so he phrased it in a way that he hoped would be rude of her to refuse. Not that rudeness seemed like something she would exactly take pains to avoid either.
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Post by Asahina Momiko on Feb 15, 2018 15:59:40 GMT -5
"Very well, she then. What she will do. That seems fair enough."
Mei looked over at Momiko who looked over at Yoshi, "I'm... I didn't know Asahina-sama would want to do this. I'm... sorry."
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Feb 15, 2018 17:26:41 GMT -5
"You have nothing to be sorry for, Momiko-san," Yoshi tells her, all trace of his sometimes halting cadence gone, with only intense sincerity in its place. Though he is curious about what more there may be to reveal, he will not put Momiko into the position of performing for her mother by even asking either about such things.
"Will your... sister... not be joining us?" he inquires of her instead, cursing himself for stumbling over the key word. He hopes that his terminology for the girl he'd spied briefly in the car doesn't prompt yet another correction from his dour hostess.
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