[The unexpected hominess of the invitation hits him like a haymaker. Not just in recent memory, not just after becoming a Reaper, but never, ever can he remember being asked to share a meal with anyone.
Way, way back in time, he must have dined with his father or even his sister, his stubby child legs dangling from furniture built for bigger people. But even that was scheduled for him. It was part of his education, one more obligation to fulfill without thinking about it. "Quality time."
He doesn't think he'd know his father's face if shown a portrait. His recollection of the man is that threadbare. And of course, nobody wants to break bread with a Reaper.
Brook tucks his elbows in close to his body, behind his legs, managing to make himself even smaller as he chews his roll. He's still looking away when he speaks.]
Doesn't it bother you? I'm obviously not human.
[He may be stupid, but not stupid enough not to know he's let too many hints slip with Onni.]
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Way, way back in time, he must have dined with his father or even his sister, his stubby child legs dangling from furniture built for bigger people. But even that was scheduled for him. It was part of his education, one more obligation to fulfill without thinking about it. "Quality time."
He doesn't think he'd know his father's face if shown a portrait. His recollection of the man is that threadbare. And of course, nobody wants to break bread with a Reaper.
Brook tucks his elbows in close to his body, behind his legs, managing to make himself even smaller as he chews his roll. He's still looking away when he speaks.]
Doesn't it bother you? I'm obviously not human.
[He may be stupid, but not stupid enough not to know he's let too many hints slip with Onni.]