[If Omori knew how similar they were, that might have been some comfort. ‘Kindred Spirits’ or something. Or… it might have set him on edge. It was a toss-up - one he, thankfully, didn’t have to think about for now.]
[The bluntness of her question didn’t off-put the child either. It was funny, in a way, how blunt you could be, even when carrying around a knife. In answer, he pulled out said Shiny Knife seemingly out of nowhere and looked around. Gaze finally settling on the floor beneath them, he wrote out a name:
OMORI
All caps, a little wonky around the turns, but the speed with which he carved the letters showed his comfort with his writing instrument of choice. The lettering would remain for half a minute before disappearing, the floor beneath them seemingly repairing itself.]
[It wasn’t permanent. That was fine with him. Fitting, even.]
[Dark gaze sliding back to her. An answer for an answer, it seemed to say.]
no subject
[The bluntness of her question didn’t off-put the child either. It was funny, in a way, how blunt you could be, even when carrying around a knife. In answer, he pulled out said Shiny Knife seemingly out of nowhere and looked around. Gaze finally settling on the floor beneath them, he wrote out a name:
OMORI
All caps, a little wonky around the turns, but the speed with which he carved the letters showed his comfort with his writing instrument of choice. The lettering would remain for half a minute before disappearing, the floor beneath them seemingly repairing itself.]
[It wasn’t permanent. That was fine with him. Fitting, even.]
[Dark gaze sliding back to her. An answer for an answer, it seemed to say.]