The kid was... awkward. Dojima could feel the seconds ticking by, and he wondered, if maybe he'd over stepped a line somewhere.
He never felt he was good with teenagers, after all. How he'll handle Nanako when she gets of age, he has no idea.
But just as he was about to draw his hand back and apologize, the kid reached out. Dojima could practically feel the shudders running through this kids body. Were they that scared...? Why did they decide to come here, then?
"...I'm not used to mine, either." Dojima offered, his voice a little softer than he's usual tone. Like he was trying to coax a cat out of a tree, or calm a dog that was running loose around town. Considering the kids Aspect, that was appropriate. He gripped the kid's hand carefully, and pulled them up without much effort.
...What a scrawny, sad looking kid. Dojima could... just tell something had not been right about wherever this kid came from. No one would be this naturally fearful unless something bad had happened to them.
He'd seen stuff like this more than he'd like to admit working as a detective, even just in Inaba. Every town had it's problems...
"... Kids like you shouldn't need to fight," But that was old hat by now, knowing about Roxas and those other kids, a parent looking out on that teenage vigilante world and wondering what he could've done to prevent it needing to be this way,
"But, even if you don't know how to use it now, you can learn. And you can help in ways that don't always involve your essence or fighting. Trust me."
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He never felt he was good with teenagers, after all. How he'll handle Nanako when she gets of age, he has no idea.
But just as he was about to draw his hand back and apologize, the kid reached out. Dojima could practically feel the shudders running through this kids body. Were they that scared...? Why did they decide to come here, then?
"...I'm not used to mine, either." Dojima offered, his voice a little softer than he's usual tone. Like he was trying to coax a cat out of a tree, or calm a dog that was running loose around town. Considering the kids Aspect, that was appropriate. He gripped the kid's hand carefully, and pulled them up without much effort.
...What a scrawny, sad looking kid. Dojima could... just tell something had not been right about wherever this kid came from. No one would be this naturally fearful unless something bad had happened to them.
He'd seen stuff like this more than he'd like to admit working as a detective, even just in Inaba. Every town had it's problems...
"... Kids like you shouldn't need to fight," But that was old hat by now, knowing about Roxas and those other kids, a parent looking out on that teenage vigilante world and wondering what he could've done to prevent it needing to be this way,
"But, even if you don't know how to use it now, you can learn. And you can help in ways that don't always involve your essence or fighting. Trust me."