Mono felt at least slightly clever to have been right in his guess. It seemed fairytale books were as good a reference as he’d hoped…
Sure, they weren’t really, but the child didn’t really need to know that right now. For once in his life, he could enjoy something a little more innocent and less serious, at least until something happened. Hopefully that wouldn’t be any time soon… This world had at least been rather kind thus far. Even the bad stuff had been quite easy to avoid as long as he didn’t get careless. “I hope so! It does a lot already though, I kinda like it… Like, there’s a lot of people who can talk and stuff here! So, I have more friends than I used to.” Not that they were as important to him as Six, but they were all very important just the same. Mono had, after all, been alone a lot. What was stranger was that most of the people he’d befriended were adults. Normal people (by comparison to those in his) who were kind and wanted him around.
Picking up a clover and turning it in his hand, he considered what other opportunities this world might present. “I don’t always know what to do or try though, there’s a lot to figure out.” He’d learned to play hopscotch at the flower festival, and he’d realized that games were meant to be played a lot differently than the porcelain children played them. Mono wanted to learn more because it seemed like fun. It was just a matter of finding people to teach him.
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Sure, they weren’t really, but the child didn’t really need to know that right now. For once in his life, he could enjoy something a little more innocent and less serious, at least until something happened. Hopefully that wouldn’t be any time soon… This world had at least been rather kind thus far. Even the bad stuff had been quite easy to avoid as long as he didn’t get careless. “I hope so! It does a lot already though, I kinda like it… Like, there’s a lot of people who can talk and stuff here! So, I have more friends than I used to.” Not that they were as important to him as Six, but they were all very important just the same. Mono had, after all, been alone a lot. What was stranger was that most of the people he’d befriended were adults. Normal people (by comparison to those in his) who were kind and wanted him around.
Picking up a clover and turning it in his hand, he considered what other opportunities this world might present. “I don’t always know what to do or try though, there’s a lot to figure out.” He’d learned to play hopscotch at the flower festival, and he’d realized that games were meant to be played a lot differently than the porcelain children played them. Mono wanted to learn more because it seemed like fun. It was just a matter of finding people to teach him.