Atsushi looks up to the green haired man with eyes filled with curiosity and amazement. He looked so…cool. “Ne, nii-chin,” he said, tugging onto his pants, “What’s your name? Will you be Atsu-chin’s nii-chin?”
It wasn’t everyday that a person much less a kid would voluntarily approach and call him brother of all names. Seriously, the runt wants him to be his fucking brother? Normally, mice like that would scram with their eyeballs bulging and teeth chattering at the mere sight of him. Though it ain’t like there’s even a need, y’know. What could possibly go wrong with a retired old veteran for company?
"Say, Kid." He merely lowered his gaze to meet glistening purple orbs, eyeing and somewhat twinkling with profound amusement at the sight presented to him. "Did yer parents ever tell ya not to talk to strangers? They must be goin’ bonkers with ya here all alone."