“… You can see the lights from here, can’t you? You dont “need” to be close to such.. “useless”.. lights..~”
"Well-I-I suppose but-they appear every year on my birthday and-only on my birthday and I just-I can't help but feel like they're....meant for me.....I-I have to see them-a-and not just from my window, i-in person. I have to know what they are...."
“… Oh but deary.. I’m afraid not, you’ll get hurt by those outside of these walls, and I can not have that..”
"But I-if you came with me-"
“I said what I said. Now, tilt your head back..-“
.. Way to try changing the subject.
"...."
He sighed and tilted his head back for him.
.. Brush, brush.. brush. Is all he did for a good bit, before braiding the little bit that was left.
“There, much better..”
"..."
“.. Oh sweetie, don’t be upset.. you know I only wish for you to be safe..~”
"I-yeah.....I know......."
