[Susato asking more about it takes him by surprise, and it shows as he cranes his neck to look at her. The music from his headphones still continues, only audible due to the stillness of the night, devoid of the village's usual hustle and bustle. Beat stops walking to fully look at her.
That song was important to him, serving as a reminder of his goals and how he didn't have to live under the shadow of his parents disappointment nor their approval. He didn't have that here, yet somehow he still found himself looking for some kind of validation at times. Some encouragement to know that he was doing the right thing and making the right decisions.]
I mean, yeah, kinda. Don't got my parents breathin' down my neck, you know?
But we don't gotta talk 'bout that, yo.
[He at least offers that, not wanting this conversation to be about him if he could help it. He had come here to cheer her up, after all. Not the other way around.]
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That song was important to him, serving as a reminder of his goals and how he didn't have to live under the shadow of his parents disappointment nor their approval. He didn't have that here, yet somehow he still found himself looking for some kind of validation at times. Some encouragement to know that he was doing the right thing and making the right decisions.]
I mean, yeah, kinda. Don't got my parents breathin' down my neck, you know?
But we don't gotta talk 'bout that, yo.
[He at least offers that, not wanting this conversation to be about him if he could help it. He had come here to cheer her up, after all. Not the other way around.]