[The familiar voice gets him to pause and turn halfway back in acknowledgement. His eyes lower from Sakura's face to the child she has in her arms. Oh boy. A Child.
Truthfully, D is quite fond of children, especially human ones. They are exuberant, and curious, and innocent. It's just... he doesn't exactly know how to act around them. He doesn't want to scare them; he thinks he will. But a lot of children strangely pay him no mind and often run up to chatter to him, and he still, after all these years, cannot figure out why.]
Hello, [he says to the child in a voice rare for him: it's extremely kind.] Don't cry.
[He glances up at Sakura again. She is... different, he realizes, but not in a worrying way. He suspects she has gotten into what a lot of them have been into at the festival. The snacks.]
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Truthfully, D is quite fond of children, especially human ones. They are exuberant, and curious, and innocent. It's just... he doesn't exactly know how to act around them. He doesn't want to scare them; he thinks he will. But a lot of children strangely pay him no mind and often run up to chatter to him, and he still, after all these years, cannot figure out why.]
Hello, [he says to the child in a voice rare for him: it's extremely kind.] Don't cry.
[He glances up at Sakura again. She is... different, he realizes, but not in a worrying way. He suspects she has gotten into what a lot of them have been into at the festival. The snacks.]
Let's look.