"You assu you know about Lady Priscilla, would it surprise you to know that people refer to as freak when they see ? Look at in disgust because of what I am... Probably similar to your situation, no?" He says while sitting and patiently waiting for her answer.
Priscilla's eyes look into his to try tell if he's lying or not, what he had just described was what she had experienced all her life. Mother abandoning her, never knowing her father and grandfather's hatred of her... She always wondered what she had done wrong, the only person that'd ever shown her kindness was her uncle, or brother as she'd used to call him.
Reima patiently waits for while but realises she isn't likely to reply, figuring that he'd have to get her out of her own shell before they could converse he proposes an idea.
Reima "Ok, how bout this. Let's play a ga, I'll answer one of your questions and you'll answer mine, Tit for tat." He slowly says while smiling at the girl.
She seems to mull over the idea before finally answering, "Thou must speaketh the sooth if I am to participate."
Reima "Sooth?"
Priscilla "Not lie." She says abruptly.
Reima "Ah, I can do that." He scratches the back of his head and chuckles.
Priscilla "Then allow to start. What is thy purpose here?" She watches him closely with her predatory eyes to try spot any lies.
Reima "Well, my presence in this world as well as the outside world is to get stronger. My reason for entering the painting is, well, you." She stiffens at this revelation.
Priscilla "Why dost tho-" She tries to ask another question but Reima cuts her off.
Reima "Ah ah ah, I believe it's my turn?" He says in a jovial voice, seeing her grit her teeth and remaining silent Reima continues. "What is your favourite colour?" A grin reaches the corners of his mouth as he asks such an innocuous question.
She seems confused by the question, then after thinking a mont she seems to be thinking of an answer to it... Probably didn't have a preference before now.
Priscilla "Green? Yes... Green, liketh the clothing brother used to wear." She smiles and nods to herself in reminiscence before turning her eyes back on Reima. "Why dost thou seeketh ?"
Reima rests his elbow on his knee before gently placing his head atop it, "I heard tales of a pale girl, abandoned by those she cared about... After a while of searching I found the key to this realm, I wished to save you, like a knight does for a princess..."
Priscilla bristles "I needeth not thy pity, mine own placent in this world is punishnt for being an abomination." she says in a dull tone, as if she's trying to convince herself instead of him.
Reima "You're not an abomination, freak or monster. You're unique yes, but that's ok. Would you call a freak for having strange eyes?" he says trying to calm her, hundreds if not thousands of years of self conditioning and loneliness has probably caused her to make so wrong conclusions.
She sighs as she hears him, he previous bubbling anger settling down, she thinks of his question... Is he a freak? If so, what's wrong with that?
Priscilla "No, I supposeth not... I believe it's thy turn to asketh." She replies slowly hoping to talk more with this strange man.
Reima "Do you have any hobbies?"
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Priscilla "I know not what thou speaketh... Couldst thy pardon ?" She asks confused, what on earth was a hobby?
Reima "Ah, sorry. What do you do for fun? It must be awfully boring in here." he corrects himself.
Priscilla "Hmmm, at which hour I am not under assault I practise with mine own weapon..." She seems to still be thinking.
Reima "Anything else?"
Priscilla "When I was young I would draweth shapes in the snow." She seems to frown while rembering hard tis.
Reima tries to cheer her up by drawing a hello kitty in the snow, she curiously watches his actions as he slowly traces out the familiar cartoon cat.
Priscilla "What is that?" she asks genuinely confused. "It doest not resemble a crow or dragon?"
He's confused at the implication of such a statent... "It's an interpretation of a cat, I personally think it's rather cute." She leans her head to the side when she hears what it is, "What is a cat?"
Reima's heart lts at this, she doesn't know that animals other than crows or dragons exist? He goes on to explain what a cat is, what it looks like, how they behave and other miscellaneous things like the feel of their fur. Priscilla listens on enraptured by his tales of THE "Cat", she never knew such a wondrous creature existed... Halfway through she'd put her scythe on the floor next to her as she sits opposite Reima.
After his tale is over she seems to grumble sothing, with his sharp ears he manages to pick it up, "I want a cat."
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Reima "I believe it's your turn to ask a question?" He draws her out of her thoughts to continue playing this "ga".
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