Tomoya smiled when she accepted the apple. "Oh?" And looked puzzled the moment he got... Centorea's own bitten toast.
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With a shrug, Tomoya laid a bite on it, not minding the cold bread as he instead allowed himself to taste the dried butter, as he now walked beside Centorea as she regained her cheer.
"Your people are warriors, then?" Tomoya was genuinely impressed as he looked her up and down, seeking more for the instruments she may use for it, "Japan... isn't really full of warriors anymore. It's a way too long story I barely pay attention to, but most people here do what you see here. Spend time with friends to visit the markets or mall, go to bars in the case of salarymen, or watch something either on TV or in theaters for the young."
He wanted to know what kind of shows do centaur societies liked to watch, but... it was her turn for a question.
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With a shrug, Tomoya laid a bite on it, not minding the cold bread as he instead allowed himself to taste the dried butter, as he now walked beside Centorea as she regained her cheer.
"Your people are warriors, then?" Tomoya was genuinely impressed as he looked her up and down, seeking more for the instruments she may use for it, "Japan... isn't really full of warriors anymore. It's a way too long story I barely pay attention to, but most people here do what you see here. Spend time with friends to visit the markets or mall, go to bars in the case of salarymen, or watch something either on TV or in theaters for the young."
He wanted to know what kind of shows do centaur societies liked to watch, but... it was her turn for a question.
"I think it's your turn to ask, Centorea-san."