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"I was a child. I only wore suits to funerals and weddings." He crossed his arms. "I did live in a mansion, and you lived in a rickety, yet homey,...
"Oh God, tennis? Really? I can't imagine myself wearing those clothes. I did play soccer though, all throughout my childhood. I bet you're fond of...
"I was a bit popular," he said modestly. "You were in between." (I made an animation using a website. It's only a second or two, but it's my...
"When I was younger I didn't want to be special or a hero or anything. I wanted to be the CEO of a big name company. Now, I'll settle for being...
"I did. I took my college courses while training for this job." He paused for a moment, choosing something lighter. "Your favorite flower is a daisy."
He was silent for a moment. "Correct. Your parents paid attention to you often, unless they were on trips. Then you would probably stay with...
"Wrong. I have an older brother. Hm.. your father was a scientist as well?"
"Two. One for Junior High and then High School. You probably have a lot of plants in your home, and you grew up in a rural area."
"Or you're using my appearance and general knowledge of me to make assumptions about my personal life, yes? If we're doing that, then you seem...
"I can play saxophone and piano decently. Am I that predictable? Well, at least you assumed they were good things."
"Do you honestly believe I'd do any better?" he asked quizzically.
He shook his head. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"But so am I. I also look like, too. For you? I can't necessarily say the same." He smirked.
"That was a long time ago. Do you really a short girl like you would be able to, believably, detain me? I'm a trained professional. You know that,...
"That's a clever idea. You should be the one being escorted, just because it's more believable."
He didn't reply, instead just walked on, staring ahead through the trees and patiently waiting to reach the destination.
"Your name is Poppy Abernathy. I'm not as ignorant as you think I am." He crossed his arms.
"Your job is being a medic. Besides, I call you by your name."
"Hmph. I have a name you know, and it's not 'Boy' or 'Suit Boy'. You should really use it," he said plainly.
"Well, I don't see any other medics around here. Do you?" He looked around, placing a hand on his chin. "Unless you care to find another one, then...
