[Akechi moves his mouth a bit soundlessly for a few moments. Then:]
Oh.
[He's so stunned he actually wrote out "Oh."
And he— suddenly feels like he's in the confessional at church all over again, meek and small and shamed. Here is, in front of Santa Claus— a... Santa Claus... someone whose job it is to explicitly distinguish the good children from the bad.
And he's well aware where he falls over that line.
Haha... at least he doesn't know, right? He's... in charge of Europe.]
I'm from Japan, but [What should he say? It's an honor? No, no, that doesn't feel quite right... but, a tiny smile edges its way onto his face, completely of its own volition.] I admit, I had wished before that Santa Claus were real.
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Oh.
[He's so stunned he actually wrote out "Oh."
And he— suddenly feels like he's in the confessional at church all over again, meek and small and shamed. Here is, in front of Santa Claus— a... Santa Claus... someone whose job it is to explicitly distinguish the good children from the bad.
And he's well aware where he falls over that line.
Haha... at least he doesn't know, right? He's... in charge of Europe.]
I'm from Japan, but [What should he say? It's an honor? No, no, that doesn't feel quite right... but, a tiny smile edges its way onto his face, completely of its own volition.] I admit, I had wished before that Santa Claus were real.