>>16347903She takes a sip of her drink and so do you, it's now or never. Sure, you could just sit here and maybe talk a little bit about CASUAL shit that may or may not ultimately lead to something qt, but only casuals do that. You're an impulsive dumbass who has no time on his hands to be
It's time to learn more about this grill.
"S-So, u-um, M-Miss, heheh...heh. Uh, um, soo...."
Don't drop it.
Don't drop it.
DON'T DROP IT.
"Just out of curiosity...What was your childhood like? Did your parents lock you in your room all day like some lunatic or something? I-I mean, erm, MINE WAS GREAT! S-Sure my dad walked out halfway and never taught me how to be the dominant man--BUT DOESN'T THAT HAPPEN TO EVERY TRAINER AROUND HERE NOWADAYS? H-Haha...ha."
With her guards still lowered, Miss Leading lets her memory slip of the things that she refrains from talking to you about. Content with the warm sunny day, she lies against the tree and looks up into the sky.
"Mm... No, not really. I spent most of it outside, though to be honest I wouldn't tell you I was having fun. A majority of my youth was just spent training, not really getting to do much of what the other kids were doing until I got older and a little more free time, it's kind of melancholic to look back on it now and realize how much time I missed out on... But I don't let it get to me."
You take a bite out of your dinner roll, "Training? What kind of person SLAVES their childhood away with 'training'?"
"Well, there were specific kinds of training. There were days in which I would exercise, days where I would study more about what I was to become when I got older, days about battling, and days dedicated to strengthening my etiquette. It's why I'm so well-mannered today."
>'It's also why you don't allow fun...'You open your mouth to inquire her more about her childhood whilst her stoic defenses are lowered, but a loud caw-caw coming from down the hill startles the both of you.
"What the hell?"
"Huh?"
