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She took it as a duty to socialize with him.

After all, he was so odd, so out of the place, no one else would specially take out their time to talk to him.

Whenever she chatted, he would play along. Or just ignore her. It depended on his mood.

"What do you think of me?" she asked.

He pondered for a few seconds, not because he had no words to describe her (he had an entire dictionary), but because he had to choose a suitable one. He didn't want to betray his thoughts, but he didn't want to offend her either.

"You're very loud... and open," he said shortly.

"What do you mean, 'open'?"

He internally slapped his face. God, no one could be as dumb as her. But externally, he found himself saying, "Well, you don't mind other people and you're always very welcoming." Too welcoming, he added inside.

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" she asked, her face brimming with excitement.

No.

"Yes," he mumbled.

"You look super cold, but you're actually a nice guy inside..."

Really?

"Aaaaand you have this kind of judgemental face, plus you stare at me all the time, please don't hate me..."

Wow, she's not a hopeless fool.

"I just want you to... y'know, be happy! Smile more! Express emotion!"

"Are you saying I don't have emotions?" he muttered drily, surprising himself. Never had he taken the initiative during a conversation with her, the super irritating sun that seemed less irritating at the moment.

"No. Maybe you don't just show them a lot. No one really knows what you're thinking."

She turned to him, her eyes glowing with certain energy (as usual).

"That's probably for the best." God, was he really bantering with her, the freakin' sun, of all people? "Since I always think about murder."

She stood on her tiptoes (ha, shortie), reached over, and petted his head.

She.

Petted his head.

Petted his head.

And for once, he did not flinch, although he did get a vague thought to wash his hair as soon as possible.

"C'mon, you need to look at the happier aspects of life! Talk more! Learn more! Just have fun!"

He thought, "nah", but he didn't say it. He just awkwardly moved away from her like he always did.

She was still smiling at him.

Would she ever stop smiling? Probably never.

Other than making him uncomfortable, she also made him a little happy.

And he didn't know what to make out of that.

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