[ Mana, from how Allen described it, was a pierrot. A clown of sorts. It made sense he'd spend his early years with the circus, except... he steps closer. He's used to being stared at, and right now, there's someone more important in front of him to pay the onlookers any mind.
Why did you leave the circus? How did you end up in the snow that night? Was it after you were cursed?
The questions keep piling, one after the other, adding three-dimensional layers to the flat puzzle he'd started to piece together. It's odd. The more I learn about you, the less I understand you. He turns that thought over in his mind. Even so... He looks gently at him. I still like you. ]
When we have time.
[ He takes his other hand and activates his quirk, warming him up. ]
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Why did you leave the circus?
How did you end up in the snow that night?
Was it after you were cursed?
The questions keep piling, one after the other, adding three-dimensional layers to the flat puzzle he'd started to piece together. It's odd. The more I learn about you, the less I understand you. He turns that thought over in his mind. Even so... He looks gently at him. I still like you. ]
When we have time.
[ He takes his other hand and activates his quirk, warming him up. ]
I'd like to hear about your time there.