[ He sounds incredulous, cocking his brow high at her, but he trails off, himself. He's not keen on revealing that he's not human. Even if he knows humans are also just like him on the inside, not hideous fleshy land monsters out to hurt him, either... He's still not convinced he should be so flagrant or keep his guard down. His time in Portorosso has also convinced him that humans are pretty cool. Which he'd thought before, but then... really confirmed, when they accepted him for what he was. But— partly because of that, he's also perfectly happy posing as one here.
He pouts in confusion, looking more aggravated than he really feels, trying to process and follow this. ]
So what are you saying...? So our worlds are really different. I know. I've definitely never seen someone like you. We don't have— uh— mostri del cielo. Sky monsters. Seagull-people. Whatever you are...
[ As a pilot, maybe Dela won't be totally offended at being called a sky monster... But therein lies another mysterious hint, perhaps, about whether or not indeed this kid is human. He's certainly not telling on purpose. He leans forward, crossing his arms, still looking at her with the same perplexed, expectant, somewhat haughty look, for all his confusion. ]
There are lots of humans here. Just like my world. I know how it works.
[ He doesn't. Nor does he care about rules, so phrasing it that way is not really winning him over on this concept. He's an expert on this humaning stuff, after all. Who needs rules about it? ]
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[ He sounds incredulous, cocking his brow high at her, but he trails off, himself. He's not keen on revealing that he's not human. Even if he knows humans are also just like him on the inside, not hideous fleshy land monsters out to hurt him, either... He's still not convinced he should be so flagrant or keep his guard down. His time in Portorosso has also convinced him that humans are pretty cool. Which he'd thought before, but then... really confirmed, when they accepted him for what he was. But— partly because of that, he's also perfectly happy posing as one here.
He pouts in confusion, looking more aggravated than he really feels, trying to process and follow this. ]
So what are you saying...? So our worlds are really different. I know. I've definitely never seen someone like you. We don't have— uh— mostri del cielo. Sky monsters. Seagull-people. Whatever you are...
[ As a pilot, maybe Dela won't be totally offended at being called a sky monster... But therein lies another mysterious hint, perhaps, about whether or not indeed this kid is human. He's certainly not telling on purpose. He leans forward, crossing his arms, still looking at her with the same perplexed, expectant, somewhat haughty look, for all his confusion. ]
There are lots of humans here. Just like my world. I know how it works.
[ He doesn't. Nor does he care about rules, so phrasing it that way is not really winning him over on this concept. He's an expert on this humaning stuff, after all. Who needs rules about it? ]