[ she watches his face carefully, still avoiding direct eye contact. this close, it's easy enough to read his reaction - even through his well-kept demeanor. (how much of that is real and how much isn't? he's so composed...) this is a conversation that never really gets any easier, and it seems like this man is picking up on some of its nuances much more quickly than others. maybe that's good - maybe it's not.
it doesn't really change the fact that she'd rather not have to tell him all of this, either. ]
Madoka Kaname. You can call me Madoka, if you'd like. [ it's almost automatic by this point. normally she'd stay a bit more reserved, a bit more polite with someone of his age, but- well, formality doesn't really mean as much here, does it? they're all stuck here together. ] What should I call you?
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it doesn't really change the fact that she'd rather not have to tell him all of this, either. ]
Madoka Kaname. You can call me Madoka, if you'd like. [ it's almost automatic by this point. normally she'd stay a bit more reserved, a bit more polite with someone of his age, but- well, formality doesn't really mean as much here, does it? they're all stuck here together. ] What should I call you?