Kiseki's eyes sparkled as he wobbled, lingered, finding his frame with fingers that flitted across his slight shape as if puppet strings would help right him too from the slant he evened out at. Two silly little superhero bandaids - some local movie character - dangled between stunned fingers; the scrape on untouched pale bleeding out in small rivulets, glancing with vibrant blue between the tall boy and his little mechanical friend. He must look so strange, he wondered, to this stranger and the Child accompanying him. Moreso than the puppet boy - who Kise took a better look across, now, that he was somewhat settled - which so closely mirrored his operator he couldn't berate himself for thinking them related. It couldn't feel or speak? Well, that was okay. Kise lived that way for so many years, too.
He shook himself out of his dazzle as if displacing snow from treetrops, a shock of white hair rustling over his eyes until the lightbulb stopped swinging. He knew to clear his throat to reply, but it took a few tries, unaccustomed to surprises - or meetings - or discussion - or, well, everything that was currently happening. His hand stung. He did his best to hide it with a wavering smile, honest and true but weakly masking his fragility. He remembered to thumb out one of those bandaids, the other fluttering uselessly to the ground without a thought, and pressed it over his quickly blossoming wound. It was such a small mark, such a minor injury, and it still threatened the tension of his comfort. "Sorry again," he started in, voice so very soft, "thank you for your patience. It's nice to meet you, sir - and - your Child, of course, too."
It took very little for Kiseki to remain polite for the creature his size, regardless of whether or not it possessed its own sentience. It was with the care of a child and their stuffed animals, knowing that they wouldn't be heard but with that instinct not to hurt their feelings anyway. Comfort was important for all creatures, big or small, real or imagined. "Hello. I'm Kiseki Akane." His bow came naturally, offering his respect to both individuals and introducing himself the same. "I - uhm - well. Haha," nervous but genuine, lifting himself back up with a smile that could only be ascribed 'dorky'. "I've never been out here before. I was just shopping, so, when I was done, I, uh ... I wanted to go home. A little lost, maybe ... ? Haha, not in a serious way! It's just a lot of ... people." His voice trailed off, quieting to an undercurrent among the buzz of the other citizens parting around them. "Are you two from around here? Do you need any help finding what you need?"
Irony was not lost, but neither were his manners. He peeked between the two, just barely, and in the rush of everything managed to make out the woman standing behind them - silent, unwavering, but Kiseki couldn't help but wonder if she was also displaced. "Goodness, sorry, if we're in your way, miss! Entirely my fault, ma'am," and he shuffled to the side, remaining to address the other two, trying to catch his breath from the overwhelming concern he had just derailed 3 people's day-to-day.
