Embarrassed by the proof of his own childishness, Illya looks down and away. To imagine witches. Even in so strange a place, with so strange a thought as having been brought through time to some other era...only a child would have thought of witches.
His heart sinks further at the sound the older boy makes. His shoulders round again and his hands still clutching the ID card drop before him, resting against the stiff wool of his coat.
But then there's- "The moon?" And he is looking up and over with wide eyes. "They have put people on the moon?"
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Date: 2017-10-18 06:20 am (UTC)His heart sinks further at the sound the older boy makes. His shoulders round again and his hands still clutching the ID card drop before him, resting against the stiff wool of his coat.
But then there's- "The moon?" And he is looking up and over with wide eyes. "They have put people on the moon?"