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Masamune's ears creep forward, desperate to know what her name is, eager to know anything about the pretty girl in the flowers. He did not quite get what he expected, but he opens his mouth slightly, to reply when she continues on. Dead mother. Well, that certainly put a damper on him telling her how beautiful her name was. Truthfully, he was going to try and be witty and clever, maybe even a little poetic, and he'd have likely stumbled over his words like a newborn tripping on their feet. She finally laughs, and Masamune offers her another of his crooked smiles. "It's nice to meet you Dawn," he straightens up, standing at his full height.

"I am sorry about your mother," her offers, his brow furrowing. Until recently he had not known if his own mother was dead or alive. It had been a relief to see her napping on the shore. (It was less a relief to see someone trying to steal her away in broad daylight.) He watches her, giving her an opportunity to speak if she wanted, the breeze ruffling his pale hair.

"I'm afraid I don't," he says, almost sulkily as he lowers his head again, blowing a breath across the pale yellow wildflowers once again. "They're sweet though, I like them." He pauses, clearing his throat before lifting his gaze back to her. "So, are you from...around here?"

What the hell, Masamune. He wanted to dig a hole and throw himself into it.