“ is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party? “
You, Yako almost answered just on instinct, but it struck her that she didn’t know the person who was trying to speak to her. That said, he might very well know her; that was the price for pop-stardom. Even on Mount Phoenix she could no longer be her pure, unadulterated self half the time, but she figured it would be best to wear her public persona when meeting new people.
Just in case.
“Hmm?” Yako hummed as she turned to face the speaker, silently looking him over with a soft smile that didn’t reveal the way she was picking him apart behind it. “I guess not. Some people are awful sad, I guess. Why?” The girl cocked her head in a way that usually charmed people, a bemused expression accompanying her smile in a way that tended to read as cute and innocent.
Which she was. Cute, at least. And so, so much more.
