To be fair, Shinya’s not really close to the people he calls friends, not in the traditional sense. The Holy have to have some distance between themselves and their followers, after all, and the Hīragis could be allergic to any sort of kinship. It’s a lonely house.
Not that anyone else seems to mind. That annoys him more than everyone else’s distant replies. Kureto gets stick arms and a shoddily rendered sword, and that’s as much attention Shinya’s going to give him before adding detail to the tiny purple blob that could only be his sister. One of them, anyway.
“On my phone? My classmates, most likely,” he replies, setting down the crayon. “I think they’d like you, except Guren-chan. He’s grumpy, and mean, doesn’t appreciate anything I do for him.” Halfway through his rambling, Shinya picks the crayon back up to sketch Ichinose with a nasty scowl.
“I think he has a good heart. At the very least, he keeps things interesting.” It’s only when Guren’s eyebrows can’t get any angrier that Shinya tilts his head towards Mika, gaze curious. “What about you? You’ve got friends from school too, right?”
☆彡 Mika set down his crayon as he shifted his attention back to watching the elder draw the people he knew, humming a bit in acknowledgement. Curious, he pressed the arrow button on the phone to flip through the pictures. The people in them seemed nice enough – most of them – but there was one teen he matched to scowl to immediately.
Granted, the boy had begun to realise how treacherous small talk was. Did he have friends from school? Well, no, considering that he wasn’t allowed to go. His father wouldn’t loosen up on his strict rules even for the sake of education, and he had no power over that decision.
“Uh, no, actually, my parents home-school me.” It was only partly a lie; his parents didn’t teach him as much as the boy taught himself by reading the books in his dad’s library, but what would be the point in being that specific about it?
He glanced back down at the partly-finished tiger. His attention span for colouring was waning, but he wasn’t sure what other activity to suggest that they do. Unfortunately, there weren’t many games in the house.
