[At the very least, Mithrun follows his direction without complaint - that much hasn't changed from when Kabru last saw him. He's gotten a lot less petulant about meals with Kabru than when they first met, and he'd turn away or mumble about not being hungry despite knowing perfectly well it didn't matter.
He never really thought about why he did that. Why, every so often, he felt that little flare of rebellion against those directing him.
Maybe it was about control. He's had so little of that, for so long - over his life, his actions, himself.
Now, though, he eats, patiently-or-impassively letting Kabru fuss over him, and helps clean up when they're finished and the time comes.
He scoots into that space, kicking his heeled shoes off before pulling his legs up to his chest.]
Alright. I can tell you anything you're wondering, then... I know it's quite a lot to take in.
[What's a lot? The stamp system? The presence of people from countless different realities? Mithrun's new job? All of the above? Yeah.]
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He never really thought about why he did that. Why, every so often, he felt that little flare of rebellion against those directing him.
Maybe it was about control. He's had so little of that, for so long - over his life, his actions, himself.
Now, though, he eats, patiently-or-impassively letting Kabru fuss over him, and helps clean up when they're finished and the time comes.
He scoots into that space, kicking his heeled shoes off before pulling his legs up to his chest.]
Alright. I can tell you anything you're wondering, then... I know it's quite a lot to take in.
[What's a lot? The stamp system? The presence of people from countless different realities? Mithrun's new job? All of the above? Yeah.]