Xiro Zean
Sloth
Sasaki blinked twice as his companion fled the room in a rushed panic after asking him literally the most benign question ever. "...But Namashiya-chan..." Sasaki murmured to the air in front of him, "How can I answer your question when you run?" Snarking to the air in front of him aside, the ex-Skill-Out was somewhat worried that he'd done something to offend the girl's sensibilities somehow. Of course, there was the chance that she was just being timid and embarrassed about the whole debacle, knowing what he did was enough to know the girl didn't quite deal with people as proficiently as some others. In that case, he should probably leave her alone and let her rid herself of steam. Or perhaps find her, let her know that he was there to listen to her problems, but such a feat came dangerously close to stereotypically shoujo.
Not allowing such a thing to bother him too much, he returned to their table to get his laptop bag. In the process he spotted the book that Kotori had been reading before he and Kazeno had decided to approach her. "..?" he made a face and slid the book across the table to himself, reading the title. It contained katakana, indicating a Western word. 'Grim Fairytales?' Sasaki thought quizzically, popping open the table of contents to see what was so 'grim' about these titles. Nothing was very out of the ordinary: 'The Seven Ravens', 'The Children of Hamelin', 'Little Red Riding Hood', 'Hansel and Gretel'... These couldn't be that grim, could they?
Sasaki cracked open to a story called 'The Story of the Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was' and began reading. It didn't take too long for Sasaki's face to become increasingly unsettled, brow furrowed and eyes widening with everyword. Upon finishing the tale of the young man on his quest to find fear which ended in marrying a king's daughter. The details of that particular story were... peculiar to say the least, but not entirely unexpected considering the title. 'King Bluebeard' sounded fairly nonsensical, so he turned to that. He got to the part about butchering wives when he finally spoke up.
"...What the actual fuck?" Sasaki exclaimed, flipping to 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'. Surely this one would be more child appropriate yes? He'd seen the Disney film, so by extent it should be---
"..."
He slammed the book shut and placed it in his bag. It wasn't his place to judge people for their interests. Nopenopenope.
He exited the cafeteria, shaking the judgements from his mind. Not his place, not his place.
...Maybe he'd go read some more of that book later?
Not allowing such a thing to bother him too much, he returned to their table to get his laptop bag. In the process he spotted the book that Kotori had been reading before he and Kazeno had decided to approach her. "..?" he made a face and slid the book across the table to himself, reading the title. It contained katakana, indicating a Western word. 'Grim Fairytales?' Sasaki thought quizzically, popping open the table of contents to see what was so 'grim' about these titles. Nothing was very out of the ordinary: 'The Seven Ravens', 'The Children of Hamelin', 'Little Red Riding Hood', 'Hansel and Gretel'... These couldn't be that grim, could they?
Sasaki cracked open to a story called 'The Story of the Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was' and began reading. It didn't take too long for Sasaki's face to become increasingly unsettled, brow furrowed and eyes widening with everyword. Upon finishing the tale of the young man on his quest to find fear which ended in marrying a king's daughter. The details of that particular story were... peculiar to say the least, but not entirely unexpected considering the title. 'King Bluebeard' sounded fairly nonsensical, so he turned to that. He got to the part about butchering wives when he finally spoke up.
"...What the actual fuck?" Sasaki exclaimed, flipping to 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'. Surely this one would be more child appropriate yes? He'd seen the Disney film, so by extent it should be---
"..."
He slammed the book shut and placed it in his bag. It wasn't his place to judge people for their interests. Nopenopenope.
He exited the cafeteria, shaking the judgements from his mind. Not his place, not his place.
...Maybe he'd go read some more of that book later?