kyoko where are your pants

[hasteful]

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[hasteful]

[he shakes his head - ] No - we Gous aren't that kind of family. Even though we were all forged by Gou no Yoshihiro...

[and he really has such a complicated look on his face, looking at the ones in the glass]

This might be a strange question but... do you hear anything, Kyoko-san? Like... I dunno. Whistling? Singing? Voices that aren't ours?

[factoring]

[She watches his expression, steady and careful. It's not an expression she's used to seeing on him, so she takes the time to catalogue it away.

Her eyes close as she listens closely. To her, there's nothing more than the noise of a normal museum. Nothing that sounds like voices.]

I'm afraid I don't.

[hasteful]

[ . . . ]

Right... I guess you wouldn't - then that means they're probably not actually here...

[well - he does sound a little disappointed.]

[factoring]

I'm sorry. Were you hoping to speak with them?

[hasteful]

Yeah... though I guess that'd be pretty unfair, right? If only Matsu and I could end up finding our friends here.

[a little sheepishly,]

So I guess I'll just be happy to get a chance to see them again.

[factoring]

You're in a unique position. I don't think anybody else could see their friends in a museum.

In that way, you could say you're lucky.

[hasteful]

Hah, I guess so.

[in a way, but he just hums faintly]

How about you? Do you find yourself missing your friends already?

[factoring]

While I miss them... I don't think they'd take any of this well.

[Better her than the teenagers.]

[hasteful]

[he

nods at that]

Right... It's kind of weird - to want to see people again, but definitely hoping that it's not because they make it here.

[factoring]

It's a strange feeling. The desire to see someone again isn't usually so complicated.