[ Kim balks at that, looking at Marie's youthful face, as young and spry as if she were still in her twenties. When he looks at the crane machine, he sees his reflection staring dolefully back at him, his lined forehead and receding hairline, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes when he smiles. It's not so bad. It's good to see himself age. It means that he is, in fact, living long enough to get older.
But still... ]
How is that possible? You don't look a year past twenty-three.
[ He reaches into the prize slot, grabbing at the plushie. He twists it around to face him and regards it with a thoughtful hum. ] Mm... this is one of the cuter ones, I suppose.
[ He holds it out to Marie, a sweet little black cat, squishy to the touch and perhaps ideal as a pillow. ] Want it? Or are you too old for these things at your age?
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[ Kim balks at that, looking at Marie's youthful face, as young and spry as if she were still in her twenties. When he looks at the crane machine, he sees his reflection staring dolefully back at him, his lined forehead and receding hairline, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes when he smiles. It's not so bad. It's good to see himself age. It means that he is, in fact, living long enough to get older.
But still... ]
How is that possible? You don't look a year past twenty-three.
[ He reaches into the prize slot, grabbing at the plushie. He twists it around to face him and regards it with a thoughtful hum. ] Mm... this is one of the cuter ones, I suppose.
[ He holds it out to Marie, a sweet little black cat, squishy to the touch and perhaps ideal as a pillow. ] Want it? Or are you too old for these things at your age?