[As he catches up he blinks, for a second thinking she's talking to him. But he certainly hasn't given any of this any thought, so... no? He furrows his brow at her.
... Well, he does speak Japanese, so he may as well reply in that language.]
[ Although she's not totally fluent in Japanese, it's enough to get by, and she has the characteristic chirpy tone of girlish delivery.
Root shoots that back as a tease, already ducking into the car again. She's eager to get back on the move now that she's realized the Machine had assigned him a name based off of Harold's oldest identity. She thinks she knows where their ultimate destination is going to be, and she can't wait -- both to disrupt Harry's life and, on a simpler basis, just to see him again. She does get lonely, and this has been a long assignment. It'll be nice to get to relax somewhere she can be herself, even if it is a dingy Chinatown subway station. ]
You're going to be Isuka Wren, [ she continues once he joins her in the car. ] That's a special name, so try not to do anything flashy with it, please?
[ Look, she's even asking nicely. Wren might not be around much anymore, especially with Samaritan in the picture, but Root's willing to bet she'd used it because it creates a lengthy plausible series of connections in the way paper-thin identities just don't have. Which means he should know to be careful with it -- those don't come around every day. ]
[He lets out a little snort as he follows her, climbing back into the passenger seat of the car. This feels... nice? He'd like to say it feels normal, but he isn't delusional. He doesn't know what qualifies as normal, so for all he knows this pit stop is still completely abnormal.
However, Accelerator at least feels relatively sure that this is nice. Spending time with someone he likes (he's deciding that in this moment, that he likes Root), seeing his first instance of how amazing nature can be, eating food that normal people eat instead of vague nutritional garbage... maybe there's a better word for it, but right now he's content with 'nice.']
Okay. [He looks curious as to why it's special, but it could just be because her boss picked it out.] I'll try.
[Accelerator is serious about that. Even if he doesn't understand why it's special it's still important, and he doesn't want to screw up his newfound freedom by treating his new fake name poorly.]
[ Root would call it domestic. Which is something she normally abhors, but in this context, rescuing a supremely dangerous teenage boy from dehumanizing exploitation as a favor to her god, she's enjoying herself. It tweaks her sense of rebellious irony to be practicing domesticity with Accelerator, anyway, who has no doubt never been subject to it. ]
A small little brown bird, extremely common in North America -- and extremely inconspicuous. [ Root is not a fan of birds, but it's impossible to miss that Harold is, so she's of course looked up all the types of birds he uses for his identities just to see if there's any meaning there. For Wren, there was.
She starts up the car, this time plugging in her phone and handing it off to her passenger, music app pulled up on the screen. ]
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same!
... Well, he does speak Japanese, so he may as well reply in that language.]
俺は推測する。 でも、伯母ちゃん？それは可愛すぎるわ。
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[ Although she's not totally fluent in Japanese, it's enough to get by, and she has the characteristic chirpy tone of girlish delivery.
Root shoots that back as a tease, already ducking into the car again. She's eager to get back on the move now that she's realized the Machine had assigned him a name based off of Harold's oldest identity. She thinks she knows where their ultimate destination is going to be, and she can't wait -- both to disrupt Harry's life and, on a simpler basis, just to see him again. She does get lonely, and this has been a long assignment. It'll be nice to get to relax somewhere she can be herself, even if it is a dingy Chinatown subway station. ]
You're going to be Isuka Wren, [ she continues once he joins her in the car. ] That's a special name, so try not to do anything flashy with it, please?
[ Look, she's even asking nicely. Wren might not be around much anymore, especially with Samaritan in the picture, but Root's willing to bet she'd used it because it creates a lengthy plausible series of connections in the way paper-thin identities just don't have. Which means he should know to be careful with it -- those don't come around every day. ]
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However, Accelerator at least feels relatively sure that this is nice. Spending time with someone he likes (he's deciding that in this moment, that he likes Root), seeing his first instance of how amazing nature can be, eating food that normal people eat instead of vague nutritional garbage... maybe there's a better word for it, but right now he's content with 'nice.']
Okay. [He looks curious as to why it's special, but it could just be because her boss picked it out.] I'll try.
[Accelerator is serious about that. Even if he doesn't understand why it's special it's still important, and he doesn't want to screw up his newfound freedom by treating his new fake name poorly.]
A wren's a bird, right?
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A small little brown bird, extremely common in North America -- and extremely inconspicuous. [ Root is not a fan of birds, but it's impossible to miss that Harold is, so she's of course looked up all the types of birds he uses for his identities just to see if there's any meaning there. For Wren, there was.
She starts up the car, this time plugging in her phone and handing it off to her passenger, music app pulled up on the screen. ]
You pick the music. Go nuts.