[ Without thinking too hard about it: ] I can be, sometimes. Started as a side hustle when I was your age.
[ Denji stayed put where he was, the long grass dancing against his arms as if in fellowship. His hand rose to caress the stems as the boy's talking went in one ear and out the other, seeming at first to be admiring some fluttering bug stood on the tip — for all of two seconds. He broke off the strand, twisting the stem to get the sap dripping before sucking it between his teeth. ]
Kid. [ The piece of grass rolled to the side of his mouth as he spoke. There was no meaning in learning a name he would soon forget; as far as he was concerned, the kid remained nothing other than a boy who had wandered too close, asked quite a few questions, and petted his dog all over with his baby-pudge hands. Being unknown wasn't a bad thing. To this day, 'kid' was all most folks knew Denji by, too. ] You sure your teach ain't full of crap?
[ Nah, the reason had to be simpler than that. Where Denji came from, really came from, it was much of the same kind of thinning population. Devils went where the food was most ripe. ]
Not everyone in these boonies's brave. I'd say some people stay in a place like this 'cause they ain't got no other choice. Or they get cold feet just thinkin' about leaving home. [ Denji shrugged his shoulders. ] Some people, anyway — you? Maybe ya got a little somethin' in you, seeing as you stuck 'round Pochita here.
[ He filled his hand with the folds of the devil's neck, prompting him to arch his head toward Denji's touch, flopping onto his back. ]
Pfft — not that he's scary, look at him. But you two are like the same size. He could probably beatcha up.
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[ Denji stayed put where he was, the long grass dancing against his arms as if in fellowship. His hand rose to caress the stems as the boy's talking went in one ear and out the other, seeming at first to be admiring some fluttering bug stood on the tip — for all of two seconds. He broke off the strand, twisting the stem to get the sap dripping before sucking it between his teeth. ]
Kid. [ The piece of grass rolled to the side of his mouth as he spoke. There was no meaning in learning a name he would soon forget; as far as he was concerned, the kid remained nothing other than a boy who had wandered too close, asked quite a few questions, and petted his dog all over with his baby-pudge hands. Being unknown wasn't a bad thing. To this day, 'kid' was all most folks knew Denji by, too. ] You sure your teach ain't full of crap?
[ Nah, the reason had to be simpler than that. Where Denji came from, really came from, it was much of the same kind of thinning population. Devils went where the food was most ripe. ]
Not everyone in these boonies's brave. I'd say some people stay in a place like this 'cause they ain't got no other choice. Or they get cold feet just thinkin' about leaving home. [ Denji shrugged his shoulders. ] Some people, anyway — you? Maybe ya got a little somethin' in you, seeing as you stuck 'round Pochita here.
[ He filled his hand with the folds of the devil's neck, prompting him to arch his head toward Denji's touch, flopping onto his back. ]
Pfft — not that he's scary, look at him. But you two are like the same size. He could probably beatcha up.