[ i mean probably not........... sorry nino you'll have to teach him
"People you care about." And she's giving it to him. Even Jaffar isn't awkward and self-loathing enough to misunderstand what she's saying with this present. Amazed, his eyes widen a little bit more. He doesn't think anyone's ever actually cared about him before. And while he'd never once doubted Nino's actions or behavior, it's different to have verbal and physical acknowledgement like this. Unconsciously, his grip on the box tightens slightly, and he glances down at it. ]
... Thank you...
[ he's always quiet, but he's particularly quiet now, and it takes him a few seconds to actually respond. He's never felt this way before - he didn't know he could until he met her. Whenever she does things like this, he almost feels like he can be a normal person and not a tool for killing. However, after a moment, the gaze that had been fixed squarely on Nino drops, and he seems somewhat ashamed. ]
I... care about you... But I don't have anything to give you. [ a pause; then, a little regret seeps into his rusty voice. ] I didn't know... I'm sorry.
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"People you care about." And she's giving it to him. Even Jaffar isn't awkward and self-loathing enough to misunderstand what she's saying with this present. Amazed, his eyes widen a little bit more. He doesn't think anyone's ever actually cared about him before. And while he'd never once doubted Nino's actions or behavior, it's different to have verbal and physical acknowledgement like this. Unconsciously, his grip on the box tightens slightly, and he glances down at it. ]
... Thank you...
[ he's always quiet, but he's particularly quiet now, and it takes him a few seconds to actually respond. He's never felt this way before - he didn't know he could until he met her. Whenever she does things like this, he almost feels like he can be a normal person and not a tool for killing. However, after a moment, the gaze that had been fixed squarely on Nino drops, and he seems somewhat ashamed. ]
I... care about you... But I don't have anything to give you. [ a pause; then, a little regret seeps into his rusty voice. ] I didn't know... I'm sorry.