[Mika always has this sort of muted aspect about him; where some voiced themselves and their opinions loudly and almost proudly wore hearts on their sleeves, Mika had always done practically the opposite, seeming closed-off and even obtuse in the way he expressed things to most. Orga's familiar enough with him to glean the truth, though. He might not take too much pride in this, viewing it as something merely necessary and not exactly thrilling, but that's fine. Orga will take pride in it for him, then.]
Mhm. [It's not questioning; he knows that's Mika's genuine reasoning behind it. But he hopes - or perhaps he knows - that the boy will realize how it opens other doors. Maybe he'd find something he was interested behind one or two of them. Just something to pass the time until they got back home, of course...
The fingers wrapping around his wrist is a familiar, insistent pressure, one he responds to with an easy smile, a momentary connection between them as the rough pad of Mika's thumb passes over where the pulse carried through his wrist. He moves his hand, manipulating it so that it slips into Mika's threading fingers for just a moment and giving him a light squeeze.]
Yeah. You should.
[He looks at the flowers in question.] We should take some back, too. [They'd look nice in the room.
He looks back to Mika.] You got anything around here that I can help with? Might as well lend a hand, rather than distract you.
[The smile accompanying these words didn't really imply much remorse on that front, though. But if Mika finishes up work early, they could find something else to do; this city seemed to have basically everything.]
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Mhm. [It's not questioning; he knows that's Mika's genuine reasoning behind it. But he hopes - or perhaps he knows - that the boy will realize how it opens other doors. Maybe he'd find something he was interested behind one or two of them. Just something to pass the time until they got back home, of course...
The fingers wrapping around his wrist is a familiar, insistent pressure, one he responds to with an easy smile, a momentary connection between them as the rough pad of Mika's thumb passes over where the pulse carried through his wrist. He moves his hand, manipulating it so that it slips into Mika's threading fingers for just a moment and giving him a light squeeze.]
Yeah. You should.
[He looks at the flowers in question.] We should take some back, too. [They'd look nice in the room.
He looks back to Mika.] You got anything around here that I can help with? Might as well lend a hand, rather than distract you.
[The smile accompanying these words didn't really imply much remorse on that front, though. But if Mika finishes up work early, they could find something else to do; this city seemed to have basically everything.]