[He's not inclined to trust total strangers, even less so in a situation like this. Anyone could be a threat, whether out of simple selfishness or because they're secretly involved in whatever's really going on here. He doesn't have enough information to even begin putting the pieces together yet.
But this isn't like the last time he woke up in a strange place full of strangers. The setting seems much larger, and ironically less hospitable than the killing game was. There's no sign of living quarters or a kitchen that'll be kept stocked full of food. This may an entirely different kind of survival game, one that he knows very well he's not well-equipped for. Hell, he doesn't even have a shirt beyond the oversized jacket draped over his shoulders.
So be it. He doesn't have to trust people to make use of them.
And so, as the man gets up and says his goodbyes, Kokichi gapes for a moment as if in shock before scrambling to his feet in a scattering a sand. He trails after the man like a lost puppy, hurriedly pulling the jacket on properly.]
Ehhh? W-wait, you're really just gonna ditch a little kid out in the wilderness?!
[He summons up fake tears far too easily. Who knows if they'll be at all effective – He doesn't know shit about this guy, and the sort of person who'd just abandon a kid is already probably morally questionable. Extremely irresponsible, at least! But hey, if he's gonna look so young, he might as well abuse the hell out of it. With his stature and teary, youthful face and the too-big jacket dwarfing him even further, he probably looks closer to twelve than sixteen.]
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But this isn't like the last time he woke up in a strange place full of strangers. The setting seems much larger, and ironically less hospitable than the killing game was. There's no sign of living quarters or a kitchen that'll be kept stocked full of food. This may an entirely different kind of survival game, one that he knows very well he's not well-equipped for. Hell, he doesn't even have a shirt beyond the oversized jacket draped over his shoulders.
So be it. He doesn't have to trust people to make use of them.
And so, as the man gets up and says his goodbyes, Kokichi gapes for a moment as if in shock before scrambling to his feet in a scattering a sand. He trails after the man like a lost puppy, hurriedly pulling the jacket on properly.]
Ehhh? W-wait, you're really just gonna ditch a little kid out in the wilderness?!
[He summons up fake tears far too easily. Who knows if they'll be at all effective – He doesn't know shit about this guy, and the sort of person who'd just abandon a kid is already probably morally questionable. Extremely irresponsible, at least! But hey, if he's gonna look so young, he might as well abuse the hell out of it. With his stature and teary, youthful face and the too-big jacket dwarfing him even further, he probably looks closer to twelve than sixteen.]