this is not my beautiful house || frw event
Madotsuki simply nodded in silent understanding of his reasoning. It had been a bit more information than she had expected, but she was hardly in a position to complain about it, and even if she did know he has left the city a bit too early, she was definitely not the person who would get up and arms about it with him. Such a strange relocation couldnāt be helped, for either of them.
"Iām⦠not sure how I got here. My parents arenāt here, either⦠but thatās normal, for me." At least a year now, or something like that, her sense of time had never been good, but that was besides the point right now. Not having family around without warning wasnāt exactly what most people would call normal, and as relieved as this boy seemed, he had to have at least a little panic left over in him. That simply would not do.
"ā¦are you looking for your family? I could help, if you wanted." Granted, she didnāt know Paraliaās layout at all, but two heads were still better than one. And if Madotsuki understood him right, he was a native to the townāshe could help him out and learn a route about Paralia at the same time. Everybody won. "Iām in no hurry to get back home, so⦠I donāt mind."
Zy felt a little weary at the girl's response--not towards her, per se, but towards his situation in general. Their situation, it seemed. He wasn't quite sure what she'd meant by not being sure how she got here, but if she'd meant in Paralia, it could mean she was in the same boat as him. Her comment about her parents not being around threw him momentarily, though. He was too cautious to ask her to clarify, and too offset by her relative placidity; something didn't sit right within him. Maybe it was the unsettling absence of his own family.Ā It was true he hadn't seen them for months, but still...
Why did he feel like he was suddenly so far away from them?
When the girl then offered to help him search, Zy felt a little taken aback. He felt surprised, though the emotion was diluted in his expression and laced with mild skepticism. It was a neutral kind of feeling--he was glad to have some help, though he wasn't sure how much help she'd actually be. Or what kind of help she herself might need.
"...Sure. If you want to," he said after a pause. "Thanks." Perhaps a touch of embarrassment was seeping in now that he'd become more aware of himself, because the emotional compulsion to speak was beginning to ebb. He scuffed his foot nonchalantly against the ground. "I don't really know where to look, but I guess we can head downtown." Maybe his parents were working? Damn... too bad he didn't have his cellphone on him.
The boy turned, his destination now in mind, and began walking unhurriedly down the street. He glanced briefly over his shoulder. "I'm Zyxurq, by the way. Call me Zy." Another pause. "Is this your first time in Paralia?"


















