[ oh, that's right—he could probably discern the flavor by scent. though the sight of someone with such striking and long red hair was a little alarming, makoto focuses on bringing the plate closer to his face and sniffing.
...now, he was no pie connoisseur, but that definitely smelled like apples. before the stranger disappears into the kitchen, makoto gives them (he's not entirely certain of their gender, which was a little embarrassing) a sheepish look. he'd been so driven to find someone to share with, he'd forgotten how to use his basic senses to figure out something simple.
he feels like he's not usually like that, but doesn't know why that would be. oh well! his new pie-mate returns and makoto nods as he sits back down in his booth seat, glancing between the cut pie and the stranger's face. he puts his own plate down as an offering for the other to sit with him ]
...I think I do. [ that was stupid—makoto shakes his head ] No, I mean—I do. I just... don't know where to start. [ a pause as he tries to think, come on, think—but he just winces as he feels a twinge of discomfort in his head. this had happened a few times when he'd sat and pondered his situation for too long ]
I came here for a reason... because it doesn't feel weird that I'm here... maybe a field trip? [ he'd seen his own face in the mirror in his bathroom and noticed he looked young and short, so he must be around school age, right? though why he needed to reassure himself of his age range was... a little odd ] Or... it's hot out, so... summer camp?
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...now, he was no pie connoisseur, but that definitely smelled like apples. before the stranger disappears into the kitchen, makoto gives them (he's not entirely certain of their gender, which was a little embarrassing) a sheepish look. he'd been so driven to find someone to share with, he'd forgotten how to use his basic senses to figure out something simple.
he feels like he's not usually like that, but doesn't know why that would be. oh well! his new pie-mate returns and makoto nods as he sits back down in his booth seat, glancing between the cut pie and the stranger's face. he puts his own plate down as an offering for the other to sit with him ]
...I think I do. [ that was stupid—makoto shakes his head ] No, I mean—I do. I just... don't know where to start. [ a pause as he tries to think, come on, think—but he just winces as he feels a twinge of discomfort in his head. this had happened a few times when he'd sat and pondered his situation for too long ]
I came here for a reason... because it doesn't feel weird that I'm here... maybe a field trip? [ he'd seen his own face in the mirror in his bathroom and noticed he looked young
and short, so he must be around school age, right? though why he needed to reassure himself of his age range was... a little odd ] Or... it's hot out, so... summer camp?