✿ It was almost surreal, really- seeing her stern teacher smiling so genuinely, the corners of his eyes pushed upwards by the folds of his skin, alight with understanding. For a brief moment, it had truly felt as if everything was right in the world. She’d spent so much of her life in isolation, thoroughly convinced that nobody would ever be able to truly understand her- and then Elliot presented her with the missing piece of her life’s puzzle, and everything clicked together.
She didn’t have to hide herself anymore- not around Mr. Kaufman, at least. Relaxed in his presence, the girl would slide herself out of the passenger seat and trail along his footsteps, fetching what bags she could out from the trunk. “White Lion, huh? Is that his name?” Mio inquired as she hefted her bags in her arms, cradling them against her chest.
Her parents had yet to return from work for the day, meaning that for now, the house was completely empty. Surely they wouldn’t mind if she invited her teacher inside for a little while? After all, it would be rude of her to let him go without a reward- perhaps a cup of tea would suffice?
———WITHIN THE HOUSE, THERE WAS MUCH THAT DREW HIS ATTENTION. his mind lingered on his own childhood home, what little pictures of family there were among the meager decor inside. he supposed this was not as normal as he’d initially believed, seeing the homey-ness of mio’s residence.
pulling off his shoes, the german set them aside in the mudroom. he didn’t dare take off his coat just yet, not wanting to impose by making it seem like he’d stay long. with a smile, the man allowed the girl to lead the way.
❝ since you asked, that is my stand’s name. ❞ as the kettle began to steam faintly from the kitchen, elliot seated himself down on top of his jacket. it seemed there was much more to talk about.
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