[ That in itself is an oddity. Bruno carries the air of someone who happens to be constantly anxious and yet that sense of ease doesn't quite match the energy he typically exudes. That he feels the same ease simply from Viktor never even strikes him as strange, though. Perhaps that's just what it feels like to have an actual friend, one that isn't small and fuzzy... ]

Okay, but that struggle doesn't exist where I'm from? We're just a small, really small village, middle of nowhere kind of thing. No one ever had to buy anything or save up or... well... I mean, kids will knick stuff sometimes but...

[ He trails off into a shrug. Kids doing kid stuff, he supposes. Admittedly, he probably did the most stealing to get things into his hole-in-the-wall haven, and yet he balks at really calling that theft. Was it, really?

But the question of aging distracts from thoughts of home and he pauses, thinking. ]

Hm, I'm not sure. Considering this place just went through a harvest festival, I guess that probably makes me fifty-one now, only it was still summer when I... y'know. Can't really say I feel older, so you might want to ask someone who's been here longer.