[ Maturity is overrated, except when having some is what you depend on for survival, but hey. Chihiro hasn't spent much time reflecting on how and why she's changed. It's just happened???
Tachikawa-san appears to be recovered from his hunger-insanity (if that's what it was), and he's survived bearing the brunt of their fall. There's a degree of responsibility she continues to feel for that, but then he's fist-pumping and she has no idea what's going through his head once again.
Which is fine, she doesn't need to, they just need to keep moving. She can tell he's playing along with her having helped him up, but she doesn't mind, considering it wasn't her best thought offer, and he made it work out. That was more important in the approaching ten minute relationship they've had, so when he's tugging her toward the stone stairs, she follows along, taking an extra hopping step forward to match his stride. ]
Don't people usually run away to the circus?
[ At least someone in primary school made a claim like that before. The stone staircase stays in place, and stays whole, even as the married portraits kept up an argument in the background. It's yet another portrait hanging over where the stone landing of this staircase that talks to them directly; it appears to be a light chocolate coloured hunting dog wearing a tweed suit. The dog tips its head to the side, ears flopping over in a charming manner. One paw lifts up from the bottom portion of the frame to bring a corncob pipe to the dog's mouth. It blows into the pipe in an awkward fashion. Coloured bubbles froth forward, lazily floating up and out of the frame's confines. ]
"I say, good pups, are you planning on chasing tails all day long? The trick to pinning these stairs down is sharing what your hearts howl over on moonless nights."
[ Don't mind Chihiro's staring at this portrait in particular. It's, uh, not the oddest individual she's spoken with, but... ]
... I'm sorry, sir, but I don't understand what you mean.
[ Looking sideways to Tachikawa to see if he, instead, has an idea. ??? ]
this trait has left me hungry all weekend for no good reason
Tachikawa-san appears to be recovered from his hunger-insanity (if that's what it was), and he's survived bearing the brunt of their fall. There's a degree of responsibility she continues to feel for that, but then he's fist-pumping and she has no idea what's going through his head once again.
Which is fine, she doesn't need to, they just need to keep moving. She can tell he's playing along with her having helped him up, but she doesn't mind, considering it wasn't her best thought offer, and he made it work out. That was more important in the approaching ten minute relationship they've had, so when he's tugging her toward the stone stairs, she follows along, taking an extra hopping step forward to match his stride. ]
Don't people usually run away to the circus?
[ At least someone in primary school made a claim like that before. The stone staircase stays in place, and stays whole, even as the married portraits kept up an argument in the background. It's yet another portrait hanging over where the stone landing of this staircase that talks to them directly; it appears to be a light chocolate coloured hunting dog wearing a tweed suit. The dog tips its head to the side, ears flopping over in a charming manner. One paw lifts up from the bottom portion of the frame to bring a corncob pipe to the dog's mouth. It blows into the pipe in an awkward fashion. Coloured bubbles froth forward, lazily floating up and out of the frame's confines. ]
"I say, good pups, are you planning on chasing tails all day long? The trick to pinning these stairs down is sharing what your hearts howl over on moonless nights."
[ Don't mind Chihiro's staring at this portrait in particular. It's, uh, not the oddest individual she's spoken with, but... ]
... I'm sorry, sir, but I don't understand what you mean.
[ Looking sideways to Tachikawa to see if he, instead, has an idea. ??? ]