I don't. I don't need to. [Yes, Brook, you keep saying that.] I don't know, I'll try a sweet sometimes, but only if it looks interesting. Otherwise I don't bother.
[Since the water isn't killing him, he takes another delicate sip and then pulls his feet up onto the bench. He wraps his arms loosely around his legs and rests a cheek on his knees, like a little kid who doesn't care how to sit properly in company.
It's been a long time since anyone asked him his name. Even the people he's met recently, the ones who have, somehow, become his friends--they learned his name elsewhere, Brook thinks. At least, he doesn't remember introducing himself. In a way, that's how it's always been. Things happen around him, without his input, and he just goes with the flow.]
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[Since the water isn't killing him, he takes another delicate sip and then pulls his feet up onto the bench. He wraps his arms loosely around his legs and rests a cheek on his knees, like a little kid who doesn't care how to sit properly in company.
It's been a long time since anyone asked him his name. Even the people he's met recently, the ones who have, somehow, become his friends--they learned his name elsewhere, Brook thinks. At least, he doesn't remember introducing himself. In a way, that's how it's always been. Things happen around him, without his input, and he just goes with the flow.]
...It's Brook.