 M-cubed sorry i do make the rules Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Milo did not need anything from Mercer, nor from Mitsuki, on his other side. At least, nothing right now. He'd said as much with a straightforward, "No," before disappearing again and returning to his original spot via the same route... Only to return once more when the next part of the lesson was underway, this time pulling a chair into the space, kneeling down on it, and uniting the three of them as a group.
The only problem was that, being twelve, and also who he was as a person, inflation and whether it was good or bad and how to combat it were not topics that existed within his sphere of interest. It was all a little too terrestrial for Milo's tastes, all very human, something that anchored him to this allegedly mortal flesh prison very much against his will.
But he provided something on the topic just to say that he had done so. "Self-sufficiency. Crime. Both, maybe." Thus circumventing not only this inflation business but also currency as a means of control, of which inflation was also a part. It was like the people here who were enamoured by the currency of house points and approval and would change their behaviour accordingly if suddenly it was announced that different actions were exchanged for more points or less. He could have mentioned this, but instead Milo concentrated on running his fingertips lightly over the grain of the wooden table, and remarked on an earlier point: "I'm fond of skulls." No human skulls in his possession yet, except the one he currently inhabited.
Milo's thoughts drifted.
Perhaps later they could have a séance. They could ask about inflation. |