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Alessio fidgeted awkwardly, glancing at everything in the store. He stretched his hands, closing and unclosing trying not to touch anything. It was too good to be true and he didn’t know the drawbacks. Maybe, maybe “Amnesia” decided to give them resources to make their struggles later more entertaining. But he didn’t want to depend on anything an enemy provided. He didn’t want to trust anything or anyone or get attached.

Maybe that was why he had been so rude to that stranger.

‘Make friends.’ Nithel had said. Why had he said it like it was so easy!? Why was Arsene so friendly? Why was Leana so nice? Why was John so…nevermind…

Maybe it was something he could learn…to be nice?

Alessio closed his eyes and let out a breath. Everyone here wasn’t his enemy, he didn’t need to be hostile to everyone. In fact, he could try being nice and maybe he’d make friends…

He noticed Leana and ducked his head flushing scarlet.

Maybe she’d avoid him now, Alessio would if somebody looked like they had a crush on him. He really didn’t have a crush!! Or…he didn’t know! She was so brave and kind and…he really wanted a friend. Maybe they were friends, he didn’t know, he could still barely take the idea of feeling safe around other people, how was he supposed to know if this was natural!? After all…he couldn’t stop thinking about her but he couldn’t stop thinking about Nithel either and Arsene…Arsene was just weird…but he was friendly and…kind’ve funny. And John, well he couldn’t stop thinking about John because John tried to kill him and he still wasn’t fully adjusted to the idea that now he was…sort’ve a friend??

Maybe he should just…hide…from Leana…

That sounded like the cowards’ way out, lucky for him he was a coward.

He should apologize to her, she shouldn’t have to endure being the subject of their teasing like she didn’t have any say. So he should apologize and explain…that he didn’t have a crush and…unless he did…he didn’t know…

This was nerve-racking. Alessio opted for hiding.

He trailed behind John this whole time and now he peeked up at him again, curiously. Well. Nithel told him to make friends…

“So…how old are you?” Alessio attempted, seriously having no idea that was a rude question. He immediately glanced around aimlessly to avoid whatever look Sir Sca – John was giving him.

There were cloths hanging on racks a little off, most of them looked weird but some of them looked just like the cloths in his world. He hadn’t have a fresh set of cloths since…

…

Alessio blinked, and rubbed his forehead. That was making his brain hurt.

 

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