[In any other situation, Mikaela might have cooed, but right now she's a little too busy being shocked by how damn skinny this little Chika is. He looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks.]
[Though there are no signs of physical abuse, the neglect he's suffered is pretty obvious - not only is he rail thin, but his clothes are filthy and a bit ragged. The one-room apartment smells of dirt and rotting food.]
Yeah, but... you're weird, lady. Nobody just gives other people stuff for free. [He looks around furtively, and shrugs.] I already opened the door, you might as well come in, I guess. That way the neighbours might not see you and tattle on me.
Thank you. [Mikaela is quick to step inside, glad she doesn't have to try to talk him into letting her in. She can't keep her nose from wrinkling at the way the place smells, but keeps her mouth shut about it.]
Sometimes people do, you know! They do it for their friends.
[She looks around, trying to determine the best place to put the basket.]
[Chika looks around too, and it's obvious he knows what a mess the place is by the embarrassment on his face. He starts trying to shove the worst of the garbage aside, but there isn't really anywhere for it to go except into bigger piles.]
Yeah, maybe, but you're not my friend. I don't even know you. You still haven't even told me who you are.
My name's Mikaela. [She says it quietly, and toes some of the garbage aside herself as she moves farther into the apartment.] And you're... Well, this is going to sound crazy, but you're going to know me when you get older.
[Is that a table under that pile of garbage? Balancing her bounty under one arm, she tries to clear some space with the other hand.]
Mikeira... [He's trying, but he obviously can't manage the foreign name] You're kinda weird. But I don't mind if you're crazy. You brought me food. [He peeks up shyly through his bangs, still wary but a little more open.] Thanks.
[He helps 'clear' the low table by shoving everything on it off one side, then sitting cross-legged on the floor on the opposite side. There's no cushions, just the tatami mat floor.]
[Mikaela is peering verrrry close to the screen. That little kid looks familiar, and she thinks she recognizes this LJ name...]
Chika? Is that you?
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Yeah. Said I would, didn't I?
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Yeah, but... you're weird, lady. Nobody just gives other people stuff for free. [He looks around furtively, and shrugs.] I already opened the door, you might as well come in, I guess. That way the neighbours might not see you and tattle on me.
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Sometimes people do, you know! They do it for their friends.
[She looks around, trying to determine the best place to put the basket.]
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Yeah, maybe, but you're not my friend. I don't even know you. You still haven't even told me who you are.
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[Is that a table under that pile of garbage? Balancing her bounty under one arm, she tries to clear some space with the other hand.]
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[He helps 'clear' the low table by shoving everything on it off one side, then sitting cross-legged on the floor on the opposite side. There's no cushions, just the tatami mat floor.]
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