Akito walked along side him, somehow keeping up with the taller man. “Yes you are. I don’t even reach your chest.” He laughed full heartedly, knowing that he, himself, was a bit on the short side. Age fourteen and having yet to reach 5’0 even.
Blinking slightly, he listened to the other’s words and nodded slowly, swinging there hands back in forth much like a child would do. “Huh? Oh, I guess that’s true. Agito doesn’t really want to meet anyone, but he doesn’t mind you. Which is good.” Akito stated, he wasn’t sure what got the blond to go off on the subject of journals so randomly, but he didn’t mind really at all. “How long have you been here?”