[This guy has a nice sentiment and all, but Triela's not sure that it's appropriate for her to buy into it. What would Hilshire think? The same stuffy thing any adult would, she tells herself. What would someone who's not an adult think? She tries to imagine what other kids are like — she doesn't have much experience there. Hesitantly, she tries to imagine Mimi Machiavelli, the only normal teenager Triela's ever met. Mimi Machiavelli would tell her to keep the bear, right?
But Triela can't afford to do the things that normal teenagers do. She's loath to admit it, but maybe stuffy adults are on to something.]
The tradition? Oh, well... For Christmas, my— [My... How to explain Hilshire? Now Triela blushes for real, before closing her eyes and willing it away. To her credit, her complexion does go back to normal.] My brother... He gives me stuffed bears.
[To keep herself from taking the bear from Fai, she folds her arms sternly.]
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But Triela can't afford to do the things that normal teenagers do. She's loath to admit it, but maybe stuffy adults are on to something.]
The tradition? Oh, well... For Christmas, my— [My... How to explain Hilshire? Now Triela blushes for real, before closing her eyes and willing it away. To her credit, her complexion does go back to normal.] My brother... He gives me stuffed bears.
[To keep herself from taking the bear from Fai, she folds her arms sternly.]