For just a flicker of a moment Tao's expression darkened, the cheery front shadowed by something. The moment passed as quickly as it came, however, and he smiled all the more for it.
He didn't know where he was from. He didn't know if he was Chinese. He didn't even know if Tao was his name. That was the trouble all former members of the Union faced. They were blank slates beyond their lives as modified humans. Tadokoro didn't know it was a sore subject - even Tao hadn't realized it bothered him, since no one ever brought it up back home. Might as well play it safe.
"Sure! Korean citizen, though. My Chinese is terrible, don't ask for a demonstration," he drawled, rattling off a little before clearing his throat and laughing the whole thing off a little awkwardly.
"Mm, yep. My friend is Japanese and he insisted we all come out here and see the sights. I'm more interested in the local color. He wants to ride the train all over the place and see like...literally everything. I think I'll just hang out here and enjoy the break from work, honestly," Tao replied, pelased to have conversation that wasn't utterly devoid of cheer. Talking to M-21 and Takeo could get real gloomy real fast. After all, Takeo was traveling all over the place seeing everything in Japan in the hopes of jogging his erased memories. Tao didn't think it would work that way, but he was willing to support a friend.
Pi pi pi.
"Oop, one sec," he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and looking at his cellphone. Smiling fondly, Tao tapped away at the screen, answering the text before putting the phone away. It was good to be missed.
"This all sounds good," the lanky man remarked, reaching over for the tuna and mayo ball, taking a massive bite out and fixing Tadokoro with a dubious look. It swiftly changed to approval.
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He didn't know where he was from. He didn't know if he was Chinese. He didn't even know if Tao was his name. That was the trouble all former members of the Union faced. They were blank slates beyond their lives as modified humans. Tadokoro didn't know it was a sore subject - even Tao hadn't realized it bothered him, since no one ever brought it up back home. Might as well play it safe.
"Sure! Korean citizen, though. My Chinese is terrible, don't ask for a demonstration," he drawled, rattling off a little before clearing his throat and laughing the whole thing off a little awkwardly.
"Mm, yep. My friend is Japanese and he insisted we all come out here and see the sights. I'm more interested in the local color. He wants to ride the train all over the place and see like...literally everything. I think I'll just hang out here and enjoy the break from work, honestly," Tao replied, pelased to have conversation that wasn't utterly devoid of cheer. Talking to M-21 and Takeo could get real gloomy real fast. After all, Takeo was traveling all over the place seeing everything in Japan in the hopes of jogging his erased memories. Tao didn't think it would work that way, but he was willing to support a friend.
Pi pi pi.
"Oop, one sec," he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and looking at his cellphone. Smiling fondly, Tao tapped away at the screen, answering the text before putting the phone away. It was good to be missed.
"This all sounds good," the lanky man remarked, reaching over for the tuna and mayo ball, taking a massive bite out and fixing Tadokoro with a dubious look. It swiftly changed to approval.
"Hey now! Not bad at all! You've got good taste!"