It's not a headache all together, but it's a strange feeling of intense dejavu. This isn't the first time a girl with red hair and a sword has circled him, inspected him, but he doesn't know how to pair that with his memories from this place. It's not the same girl after all, but he can't shake that feeling and it distracts him for a moment.
"Huh? Oh...sure," he mutters, adjusting accordingly when he replays in his head what she says. His arm moves as instructed, it feels odd, but he knows he'll get used to it. "Like this?"
He considers her question and how honest he should be. He knew the app was going around school -- but the school was huge and not EVERYONE was involved, right? He couldn't just admit to having memories of another life to someone he barely even knew. "I--used to goof around with swords as a kid. Nothing really serious, but I had a friend who knew how to actually use them so she'd give me lessons," he explained, part truth and yet still vague enough to not necessarily raise suspicion. At least he hoped that was the case.
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"Huh? Oh...sure," he mutters, adjusting accordingly when he replays in his head what she says. His arm moves as instructed, it feels odd, but he knows he'll get used to it. "Like this?"
He considers her question and how honest he should be. He knew the app was going around school -- but the school was huge and not EVERYONE was involved, right? He couldn't just admit to having memories of another life to someone he barely even knew. "I--used to goof around with swords as a kid. Nothing really serious, but I had a friend who knew how to actually use them so she'd give me lessons," he explained, part truth and yet still vague enough to not necessarily raise suspicion. At least he hoped that was the case.