Special... Hmm, I don't really know! I guess it's just what's in my head? You stick around someplace long enough, it gets into your subconscious like that, like how dreams work? I could've shown you different parts of campus, but wouldn't that be boring?
[ That's as much as he'll allow, the admission that it's somewhere he knows very intimately, just through familiarity alone. It's not as if it's special in the sense that he's fond of the town, or even likes it very much. He'd sat in that park entire afternoons and evenings by himself, forbidden to talk to anybody else. He'd walked those streets on errands, doing everything he can to not lash out at anybody who looked his way, whispering behind his back as if he could not hear.
Special would've been the apartment he shared with his mother, but he can't let Yuya see that, or he'd worry even more, over the state of it. A part of him regrets showing Yuya as much as he has already; he really should've gone with Disneyland or something out of a movie... ]
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[ That's as much as he'll allow, the admission that it's somewhere he knows very intimately, just through familiarity alone. It's not as if it's special in the sense that he's fond of the town, or even likes it very much. He'd sat in that park entire afternoons and evenings by himself, forbidden to talk to anybody else. He'd walked those streets on errands, doing everything he can to not lash out at anybody who looked his way, whispering behind his back as if he could not hear.
Special would've been the apartment he shared with his mother, but he can't let Yuya see that, or he'd worry even more, over the state of it. A part of him regrets showing Yuya as much as he has already; he really should've gone with Disneyland or something out of a movie... ]