"C-can I take a picture?"
I blink at the reddish-haired teenager, entirely caught off guard. People on the street have not particularly talked to me at all since I've been here.
Except the blind old man and the charity woman. Actually, somehow that still makes me feel bad about my appearance…
Ah, his phone is already half-raised. I lift my chin and lightly, playfully sneer at the child.
"And why, exactly, would you want to do that?"
He flushes deep red while starting to nervously adjust his weight from one foot to the other. Meanwhile this bold dog moves over and sniffs curiously at my shoes.
A small, shaggy white thing that I could hold in one arm. Truly, fearless.
"Um, it's just you… just look really cool? The hair especially."
He gestures vaguely at my twin tails and I struggle not to lose my composure at the praise. It doesn't mean as much from a stranger who is obviously masking his real thoughts, but it was still nice to hear!
