[ dextera didn’t know what he expected, but he’s surprised to hear dragonflies. they are, indeed, just bugs—he feels as if most people would be willing to make a grave for something traditionally more beloved, like a dog or even a field mouse, but this child version of gen has extended care to insects. ]
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[ he reaches out to help pat down part of the grave and straighten up the twig sticking out of it, a sign of peace and sympathy for the little gesture gen seems afraid to admit to.
with that same hand, after cautiously withdrawing it to ensure he doesn’t disturb more of gen’s work, he gestures to gen and tilts his head. were they pets, he wonders, or just creatures on the side of the road…? ]
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[ he reaches out to help pat down part of the grave and straighten up the twig sticking out of it, a sign of peace and sympathy for the little gesture gen seems afraid to admit to.
with that same hand, after cautiously withdrawing it to ensure he doesn’t disturb more of gen’s work, he gestures to gen and tilts his head. were they pets, he wonders, or just creatures on the side of the road…? ]