"I certainly wouldn't say no to more pins like that. It was rather fun to
play astronaut. Will you be needing the flight pin back?" Ted tried not to
be too covetous, but he couldn't help but enjoy Koishi's gifts, especially
seeing as how useful they were for the preservation of his life.
"Oh, I see. Yes, you definitely have a measure of youth about you." Ted
guessed that 400 may just as well have been 8, in Youkai years.
"Hah, just an expression. Should my mother arrive, however, I'll be sure to
swear her to secrecy." Ted, unfortunately, would blurt out the results of
their adventures during the upcoming election, though he had nothing to do
with it at present.
Ted stood quiet, for a while. True, he was exhausted, but he could feel the
flowering of something tender, and precious, that he didn't want to abandon
just yet. But what more was there to say? He gazed at Koishi as his mind
ebbed and flowed. Ted bore loss poorer than most, even if it was something
as silly as a name, or a role, he had misguidedly assigned. His gaze
contained a lot of feelings, mixing together into a look of love; the kind
he might just as well have given to a fairy. Less godmother, more little
sister. And then it hit him: a name.
Ted could hardly help being sentimental, and a few tears welled up as the
product of their evening. His voice remained steady. "Oh, Koishi. You've
given me so much, more than I can ever repay. But there is one gift I can
match, I think: a nickname. Would you like it?"
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"I certainly wouldn't say no to more pins like that. It was rather fun to play astronaut. Will you be needing the flight pin back?" Ted tried not to be too covetous, but he couldn't help but enjoy Koishi's gifts, especially seeing as how useful they were for the preservation of his life.
"Oh, I see. Yes, you definitely have a measure of youth about you." Ted guessed that 400 may just as well have been 8, in Youkai years.
"Hah, just an expression. Should my mother arrive, however, I'll be sure to swear her to secrecy." Ted, unfortunately, would blurt out the results of their adventures during the upcoming election, though he had nothing to do with it at present.
Ted stood quiet, for a while. True, he was exhausted, but he could feel the flowering of something tender, and precious, that he didn't want to abandon just yet. But what more was there to say? He gazed at Koishi as his mind ebbed and flowed. Ted bore loss poorer than most, even if it was something as silly as a name, or a role, he had misguidedly assigned. His gaze contained a lot of feelings, mixing together into a look of love; the kind he might just as well have given to a fairy. Less godmother, more little sister. And then it hit him: a name.
Ted could hardly help being sentimental, and a few tears welled up as the product of their evening. His voice remained steady. "Oh, Koishi. You've given me so much, more than I can ever repay. But there is one gift I can match, I think: a nickname. Would you like it?"