[Mikleo almost chuckles at the appearance of the handkerchief. What a gentleman. He takes it, but as he wipes his eyes dry he realizes just how much it smells like Sorey. Distracting, definitely.]
Sorey...
[He's not wrong. It's hard to tell where they left off when neither of them fully remember. Even with all that Mikleo's gained, he feels there's so much more he's lost in the shuffle of souls from one world to another.
Sorey's eyes look so sad, vivid green and soft, that Mikleo turns the kerchief to another side and dabs at their corners.]
I'm not just Mikleo from Elysia, either. [He tucks the handkerchief back into Sorey's pocket.] I was born Nagawa Miyuki from Sapporo.
[And then, with a little twinkle of mischief in his eyes:]
Mikki, if you're close.
[He did say he might confess his childhood nickname one day.]
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Sorey...
[He's not wrong. It's hard to tell where they left off when neither of them fully remember. Even with all that Mikleo's gained, he feels there's so much more he's lost in the shuffle of souls from one world to another.
Sorey's eyes look so sad, vivid green and soft, that Mikleo turns the kerchief to another side and dabs at their corners.]
I'm not just Mikleo from Elysia, either. [He tucks the handkerchief back into Sorey's pocket.] I was born Nagawa Miyuki from Sapporo.
[And then, with a little twinkle of mischief in his eyes:]
Mikki, if you're close.
[He did say he might confess his childhood nickname one day.]