[ Chizuru will lead him along. Over towards the kitchen, this time. It's small, and there isn't much - certainly none of the modern kitchen appliances that Robby may be used to. It's backwards even compared to Trench itself, which also isn't always the most modern of places.
But there's something in Chizuru's eyes anyway as she looks around at it. Exactly like how she remembers it. The long, long days she spent here, alone..
She drags herself out of the memory enough to turn and look at Robby. ]
Why didn't you have your own home..?
[ She asks it delicately, at least, not wanting to push if the answer is too painful. But it's a little harder to naturally understand for someone who comes from Chizuru's kind of culture, where people who don't have homes just.. made one themselves, or took up an abandoned one like people do in Trench.. ]
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But there's something in Chizuru's eyes anyway as she looks around at it. Exactly like how she remembers it. The long, long days she spent here, alone..
She drags herself out of the memory enough to turn and look at Robby. ]
Why didn't you have your own home..?
[ She asks it delicately, at least, not wanting to push if the answer is too painful. But it's a little harder to naturally understand for someone who comes from Chizuru's kind of culture, where people who don't have homes just.. made one themselves, or took up an abandoned one like people do in Trench.. ]