Cho reaches down slowly to accept the fallen bits of food. There's too much interest in the container now for her to go back there, a pair of mice, indigo and green, already inside and going to town on the feast, while a few more are creeping slowly closer, but maybe she can do something about the mouse in her hair. She holds the morsels on her flat palm, turned up close to her chest, and waits.
Cho has already met one of his brothers, though she doesn't know it. Diego, no last name, the military type who wouldn't leave her to die. "Seven of you? That must have been wonderful. Sometimes I think I'd have liked to have more than just one brother, but then... maybe we wouldn't have been so close if we'd had anyone else. Maybe what made it special was being so alone, except for one another." She didn't know at the time to be sad about their isolation, and now she's too far removed form it for it to hurt her, so it's just a pleasant memory. "He was... a little slow for a while. Not stupid. He's very smart. He just has to work a lot harder for it than some people do, and when he was young, I don't think he really knew how yet. Once they cracked that, and he could be put into a proper school without embarrassing my grandfather, they moved him to Tokyo. We-- weren't really close after that. He started to see me the way everyone else did." She doesn't elaborate on how the other members of her family saw her, but she also doesn't seem to be too upset by it now, so whatever it is, she's made her peace with it.
"What are your parents like?" she asks, smiling down at him, having absolutely no way of knowing how horribly she's about to jam her foot into her mouth. "They must be very loving people to adopt seven children."
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Cho has already met one of his brothers, though she doesn't know it. Diego, no last name, the military type who wouldn't leave her to die. "Seven of you? That must have been wonderful. Sometimes I think I'd have liked to have more than just one brother, but then... maybe we wouldn't have been so close if we'd had anyone else. Maybe what made it special was being so alone, except for one another." She didn't know at the time to be sad about their isolation, and now she's too far removed form it for it to hurt her, so it's just a pleasant memory. "He was... a little slow for a while. Not stupid. He's very smart. He just has to work a lot harder for it than some people do, and when he was young, I don't think he really knew how yet. Once they cracked that, and he could be put into a proper school without embarrassing my grandfather, they moved him to Tokyo. We-- weren't really close after that. He started to see me the way everyone else did." She doesn't elaborate on how the other members of her family saw her, but she also doesn't seem to be too upset by it now, so whatever it is, she's made her peace with it.
"What are your parents like?" she asks, smiling down at him, having absolutely no way of knowing how horribly she's about to jam her foot into her mouth. "They must be very loving people to adopt seven children."