“Yeah, but the way i put it makes it sound like…weird. Y’know it’s like saying youre my…actual owner or something” Yosuke no, nobody is actually thinking that
“It does?”
Rebecca thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.
“We can come up with another term for it if that one makes you uncomfortable?”
“Suddenly there’s talk of adoption… Time to go do some baking I think.”
And so she fled.
“Does it count if all I really have is a mom or…?”
Compared to the things she used to be called in her old school though, ‘young’ or ‘looks five years old’ was rather tame. Rebecca was very flattered and delighted. There was no logical reason to be as much but she couldn’t really help it.
“I don’t believe for a second that you’re older’n me. Just, don’t believe it. You could show me a birth certificate an’ I still wouldn’t believe you. An’ sweet deal! I’ve been dying for some good snacks while I’m workin’.”
“Well, you can believe what you’d like. It’s not gonna change how old I actually am. I’ll probably need to head off soon to help her with the trays.”
How flattering it was that she looked that young to people though!
“Okay, more questions. One, the fuck’s a “Skay?” Two, how d’you expect me to believe you’re in my school when you’re clearly five? Three, did she get any more baker’s chocolate in? I’ve been dyin’ for some croissants.”
“I’m used to using nicknames, I mean Yosuke. Two, you could ask any teacher there really. And three, just this morning, yes. Mama said she’d have croissants ready by later this afternoon.”
“Rebecca Bardot, I transferred in from another school in Inaba around the time ‘Suke did but I didn’t really interact with him ‘til around that December. I’m in the same year as him. My mom’s been running the bakery since I was a toddler.”
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