[Cars pass by, but the sound of the pigeon wings is louder. The child somehow manages to dodge petals fluttering, and the adults, despite the distance, sound crystal clear.
Weird things memories do.
The child laughs loudly, ecstatic at scaring the little birds, wings whistling hurriedly and coos interrupted. Mamoru can't really see Eustace nod, so even though he knows what's coming, he still manages to conjure a quirk on his lip.]
If you mean the kid, yeah. [Another weird thing about his memory, and his own state at the moment, is that he can't really tell if he resembles his father or his mother physically at all. He tries not to think about it for too long, and succeeds.] That's me.
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Weird things memories do.
The child laughs loudly, ecstatic at scaring the little birds, wings whistling hurriedly and coos interrupted. Mamoru can't really see Eustace nod, so even though he knows what's coming, he still manages to conjure a quirk on his lip.]
If you mean the kid, yeah. [Another weird thing about his memory, and his own state at the moment, is that he can't really tell if he resembles his father or his mother physically at all. He tries not to think about it for too long, and succeeds.] That's me.