Bakumon eyed Mina warily as she settled in on her bed, clearing a nest for herself amid piles of books, papers, and pillows. She wasn't calling the redheaded human, was she? Suddenly the game he was playing was not nearly as interesting, and he paused it. (It wasn't going as well as he'd hoped, anyway; he needed more dexterous appendages. Why
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Oh. The black-haired spiky human. Bakumon wasn't entirely sure what he felt about that human yet. The red-haired one . . . undependable, awkward, and generally unworthy of his Chosen's attentions. This one Bakumon reserved judgment upon for the moment, but was certain that he would be no more worthwhile.
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A pause, then wry, as though she were smiling over it, "I try, but I am afraid that I do not concentrate as much as of late as I should. I have been a little distracted, I must admit . . ."
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"But the graphics . . . so beautiful! And I do love the storylines. So elegant, like a story to be discovered as one plays -- except a frustrating story, for I must defeat 'bosses' in order to read the next pages." Was she even making any sense at this point? "Do you play them too?"
Silly, even now. Here she was talking about video games and, as usual, neglecting something else . . . Internally she frowned, promising herself that she would try at the next available opportunity.
Meanwhile, Bakumon's ears pricked, trying to eavesdrop without looking like he was listening -- a task easier said than done.
((*grins* Thank you!))
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