[There's a vague hint of a smirk on his face at that - if there's anything he can appreciate, it's a comfortable silence. Even if it comes from someone he's used to being a girl.
From how short a time he's known Xion though, the two at least seem about the same. That makes this less jarring at least, he thinks.
After a moment, Jarroh reaches into a pouch and pulls out a small bag, in which another version of himself kept lychee nuts instead of what he's palming now. After nomming on his snack a little himself, he offers the bag to Xion. Fire flakes?]
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From how short a time he's known Xion though, the two at least seem about the same. That makes this less jarring at least, he thinks.
After a moment, Jarroh reaches into a pouch and pulls out a small bag, in which another version of himself kept lychee nuts instead of what he's palming now. After nomming on his snack a little himself, he offers the bag to Xion. Fire flakes?]