[Actually, Aki already knew the devil was called Pochita. He heard the guy screaming it a few minutes ago. His fingers flinched back when met with the dour tone, the way the blond, older boy sized him up like he was a stray dog taking in the scent of a domesticated pet - but once given the go-ahead following an introduction, Aki squatted down further to sit on his knees.]
My name's Aki. [Stranger danger was still at least kind of in effect - he's not supposed to tell people his whole name, he knew that much. But even thinking that he's doing the right thing, he still reached out eagerly to rub his hand down the side of the devil's body, watched with thinly hidden delight as Pochita rubbed into his hand and adjusted his head to guide his touch up there. He pet over the top of him, mindful of the chainsaw sticking out, his fingers digging into the shallow fur and stroking carefully. All the while listening to this person tell him about devils.]
Are you a devil hunter? [He sat down on his butt next, slipping his arm free from his bag and using it to pet up the other side of him as Pochita rubbed into his hands and panted eagerly at the contact.] Is that why you're here, to kill little devils? 'Cause we don't have public safety here anymore, they went to the, uh, the sub-pre-frecture... city... [He kind of trailed off, realized as he was speaking that he didn't know anything about what he was talking about. That it was just a parrotting of what he'd heard on the news.] Um, my teacher said devils aren't something we need to worry about, living here, 'cause people here are braver than people in the city.
[That, however, he said with confidence. Be it a way to keep morale up or a form of propaganda, it made sense to him. No one in his village ever died from a devil attack, so probably there was a reason for that.]
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My name's Aki. [Stranger danger was still at least kind of in effect - he's not supposed to tell people his whole name, he knew that much. But even thinking that he's doing the right thing, he still reached out eagerly to rub his hand down the side of the devil's body, watched with thinly hidden delight as Pochita rubbed into his hand and adjusted his head to guide his touch up there. He pet over the top of him, mindful of the chainsaw sticking out, his fingers digging into the shallow fur and stroking carefully. All the while listening to this person tell him about devils.]
Are you a devil hunter? [He sat down on his butt next, slipping his arm free from his bag and using it to pet up the other side of him as Pochita rubbed into his hands and panted eagerly at the contact.] Is that why you're here, to kill little devils? 'Cause we don't have public safety here anymore, they went to the, uh, the sub-pre-frecture... city... [He kind of trailed off, realized as he was speaking that he didn't know anything about what he was talking about. That it was just a parrotting of what he'd heard on the news.] Um, my teacher said devils aren't something we need to worry about, living here, 'cause people here are braver than people in the city.
[That, however, he said with confidence. Be it a way to keep morale up or a form of propaganda, it made sense to him. No one in his village ever died from a devil attack, so probably there was a reason for that.]