At least the next day has already been designated as ‘off’. He wouldn’t be missing anything too important if it were slept away.

He should probably make something to eat as well… should the boy stay up all night.

“… very well…”

Hopefully in combination with the walk, this would somehow lead to some sort of sleep before the sun rose.

“Ah…”

Though ‘play’ much not be the most accurate word… at least he wasn’t alone anymore, yes. Night walks, puzzles… and training.
It was better than nothing.

Having no one to play with wasn’t a foreign concept. It was how he himself had grown up, after all.

“They float… or fly…?”

The mental image of a folded piece of paper just hovering was… odd.

“A contest… then…”

Similar things were done between children of his own era… he believed anyway. Such things had never been a part of his own life - ‘playful’ competition.

“Why would you…… throw paper?”

Brilliant explanation…… unfortunately it wasn’t fully understood.

“Air….. planes?”
Foreign words.

… they were a fairly new invention. Could one really blame him for not knowing?

At least the kid gets to talk about that if he wants.

“Mostly animals…?”

A small prompt to continue.
Something to speak on while they continued to walk aimlessly.

At least the night was comfortable.

Yet still, there was nothing odd inside his arm… at the very least.
Though it’s likely no consolation.

“…… like…?”

Perhaps distraction would be best for now… if not, then his hand would be removed before injuring himself.

The scratching was immediately noticed… some phantom sensation again…?

“… you seem to enjoy… origami…”

Something vaguely scratching mint he back of his own mind… he’d been forced to take some days off too… way back when.

… that should be fixed at some point… but it really wasn’t like he himself was in a position to talk about changing attire. He hadn’t in literal centuries.

A hum of acknowledgment… one step taken to prompt him to begin.

He will follow.

“…… I see…”

At least a walk was reasonable… though in pajamas?

“Change… into something still comfortable…… and we will walk…”

He needn’t worry about threats, but it wasn’t proper to be out in the world in sleepwear.

Idling nearby one of the corps’ estates had become… something of a habit now, between actual tasks.

Cracked sclera and unblinking eyes looked down toward the boy.

“… it is late……”
It wasn’t a ‘no’ though.