(´～｀；）Hello... who are you? Please feel free... what, about me? I don't know what to say... what do you want to hear?
My sisters sometimes ask me what I want. My brother asks that too, often, but that's something he asks everyone. It's hard to answer their questions. I don't really want anything.
I have my family. I also have Strawberry. I sometimes think I want more of them, but what happens then? It's more to get taken away later. I don't want that to happen to me or them...
I don't know if that is considerate, it also sounds very lazy. And I... I... can I go?
Glass cannon, formless, colorless, eternal lab rat.
There's something a little lame about this kid. He has a lot of responsiblities, and he has a job which makes sure nobody's ever sure what he looks like. How do you be friends with someone like that?
Some animals can tell, but the little animals he loves are subject to the same treatment, but they are not as robust. Next day, they might be a pile of ash.
Speaking of ash, what happened to his real family? We don't even know their names. Not sure anyone saw them go. It's probably some generic tragedy. You know, it's like someone didn't even put effort into writing about them.
Or put a lot of effort into hiding the records...