[ A frown starts to crease the space between his brows as Gaelio continues, but it's not out of anger or any discernible emotion, a mild confusion at best. Mika isn't the sort of person who thinks things through carefully and completely before taking action; rather, he usually let Orga do the thinking for him, come to a conclusion that would best fit their interests, and tell him what to do. Some people might call that lazy, even robotic in a sense, but that's always been the best way for things to work out as they should.
But there is no Orga here. This man... he talks too much, Mika decides privately. He vaguely remembers thinking something like this before, too. Even if some parts of him has changed (his eyes dart back up to Gaelio's face, surveying the scar), the mild sort of irritation he feels is similar.
All this 'choosing' this and 'seeing' that -- what was he even talking about, anyway?
Mika shrugs slightly, barely discernible under the shift of the oversized coat. ]
You talk a lot.
[ Just like that, Mika moves away from the conversation, cutting it off as he crouches down to pick up the rest of the stray dates that's fallen on the ground. For each and every one he picks up, he gives them a cursory wipe on his sleeve before popping them into a pocket of his jacket. ]
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But there is no Orga here. This man... he talks too much, Mika decides privately. He vaguely remembers thinking something like this before, too. Even if some parts of him has changed (his eyes dart back up to Gaelio's face, surveying the scar), the mild sort of irritation he feels is similar.
All this 'choosing' this and 'seeing' that -- what was he even talking about, anyway?
Mika shrugs slightly, barely discernible under the shift of the oversized coat. ]
You talk a lot.
[ Just like that, Mika moves away from the conversation, cutting it off as he crouches down to pick up the rest of the stray dates that's fallen on the ground. For each and every one he picks up, he gives them a cursory wipe on his sleeve before popping them into a pocket of his jacket. ]
If it's troublesome, I can just get rid of it.