Actually, that was a pretty good question. He supposed, technically speaking, he was old as dirt too - probably even older than Naoya, if one brought in the messy business of Bel into this - but unlike Naoya, he didn't remember any of it. This life was the only one he 'remembered', while Naoya recalled every single one. He felt like a baby next to Naoya, sometimes, for all he knew and understood about the world. It was bizarre to have such an innocent question throw him for the loop, but this was the first time he really thought about his actual age. Older than dirt, older than sin, yet no memory of all those centuries. It was... unsettling in a way he couldn't describe]
I... don't know...
[he stared at the keychain in his hand, looking genuinely troubled. Why did he even bring the old as dirt thing up? Jeeze, this conversation was such a disaster on his end, in terms of trying to maintain the cover of 'normal kid with magical powers'. He didn't know why he bothered at times]
... I'm an old soul too. It's weird. [he closed his fingers around the keychain and looked up at Hyoubu with an unreadable expression - before he seemingly perked up, smile and all. It was incredibly artificial looking] Hahaha, nah. I'm just messing with you. I'm young and cool - your regular seventeen year old twerp. Guess that makes me your senpai, huh?
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Actually, that was a pretty good question. He supposed, technically speaking, he was old as dirt too - probably even older than Naoya, if one brought in the messy business of Bel into this - but unlike Naoya, he didn't remember any of it. This life was the only one he 'remembered', while Naoya recalled every single one. He felt like a baby next to Naoya, sometimes, for all he knew and understood about the world. It was bizarre to have such an innocent question throw him for the loop, but this was the first time he really thought about his actual age. Older than dirt, older than sin, yet no memory of all those centuries. It was... unsettling in a way he couldn't describe]
I... don't know...
[he stared at the keychain in his hand, looking genuinely troubled. Why did he even bring the old as dirt thing up? Jeeze, this conversation was such a disaster on his end, in terms of trying to maintain the cover of 'normal kid with magical powers'. He didn't know why he bothered at times]
... I'm an old soul too. It's weird. [he closed his fingers around the keychain and looked up at Hyoubu with an unreadable expression - before he seemingly perked up, smile and all. It was incredibly artificial looking] Hahaha, nah. I'm just messing with you. I'm young and cool - your regular seventeen year old twerp. Guess that makes me your senpai, huh?