[It was quite obvious, wasn’t it, what colors Omori might prefer? The child himself was a living monochrome… and yet the idea of what his favorite could be…
It was foreign. The thought, Badou’s observation, pleased him.
Gaze lighting up, bouncing on the tips of his toes as he strained to get a better look too.
Then, a nod. Maybe a bit more enthusiastic than the others he had shown so far!]
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It was foreign. The thought, Badou’s observation, pleased him.
Gaze lighting up, bouncing on the tips of his toes as he strained to get a better look too.
Then, a nod. Maybe a bit more enthusiastic than the others he had shown so far!]