[There was a Spartan nature to Mika's interests; he applied himself entirely to things he either had interest in or felt were necessary, and sometimes it had a ripple effect, though to varying degrees of success. Orga had stumbled across him taking lessons to learn to read and write with the younger kids, the idea apparently formed from the impetus to wanting to be able to read manuals for the mobile suits, so he could help with the finer repairs. Reading had proved a unique challenge for him, and Orga wasn't sure where his efforts had stalled out, but his interest in gardening seemed to be purely from himself. He's happy to see both, to see either. As much as Orga had his own promises to fulfill, and Mika would play a sizable part in accomplishing them, he wanted to see the guy happy as well.
Call it a selfish desire.
He tilts his head towards what Mika pulls out of the soil, something he realizes is a journal that has probably seen better days, but it's still what it is. His eyes go a little wide again, surprised, before breaking into a powerful warmth yet again.]
Yeah. I do.
[Yeah, yeah, right, sure. He totally means the flower, or whatever.]
Hey. [He reaches out, ruffling through the smaller boy's hair, unable to stop from grinning.] Look at you! You been sneaking more reading and writing lessons behind my back?
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Call it a selfish desire.
He tilts his head towards what Mika pulls out of the soil, something he realizes is a journal that has probably seen better days, but it's still what it is. His eyes go a little wide again, surprised, before breaking into a powerful warmth yet again.]
Yeah. I do.
[Yeah, yeah, right, sure. He totally means the flower, or whatever.]
Hey. [He reaches out, ruffling through the smaller boy's hair, unable to stop from grinning.] Look at you! You been sneaking more reading and writing lessons behind my back?