"No idea," Darius admitted. He closed the cabinet, moving to sit down again. He was grateful, for Mara making sure she wasn't too close when he was moving around like that. He didn't admit it, but he was terrified that he'd accidentally drop something on her, or drop her, or knock into her with his elbow or hand, or just, in general, hurt her on accident.
Mara chuckled a little and nodded, leaning back on a smooth cool container beside her. She didn't notice what kind it was or what was in it but she didn't really care. “Me either.” she smiled a little as she tried to think of something that they could do or talk about.
"I, uh, it seems both of us don't really get out to hang out with people much," Darius commented. He knew why Mara didn't of course, but he wasn't exactly a social butterfly when it came to things like this either. He hummed softly, thinking but coming up with nothing.
Mara laughed and shook her head at the statement. “I guess not.” she agreed, wondering why Darius was just as socially awkward as she was, considering she thought she had a reasonable excuse.
Darius chuckled some as well. He didn't get much socializing as a child, and he'd just never been comfortable around most people.
It seemed to help that Mara could fit in the palm of his hand, though.
“Umm, what do you normally do?” she asked.
Mara had likewise not had much interaction outside her own family as visitors were scarce. It wasn't uncommon for a house like Darius's to hold more than one family of Mara's size, however, she hadn't seen any signs of that when she searched the house before moving in and her previous home had been the same.
"Normally?" Darius thought a moment. "I usually am watching a movie by now, since I ate and finished my work. I've, ah, spent many a day just doing that until I passed out since I have nothing else to do." Darius didn't interact with people much, and that was okay with him.
“Is that the thing that always makes those noises and makes the house sound like there's more people even when it's just you?” Mara asked, feeling a little silly as the words came out.
"Mm," Darius said, nodding. He didn't see what she was saying as silly- she didn't know what the television was called, and that was probably all she knew about it.
"Perhaps we could watch something together?"
Mara shrugged a little but nodded, curious about what all the noise was about. “Sure.” she smiled at him as she pushed herself up off the container she had been leaning against. “Is there anything I need to know first?”
"Mm… Well, there are a lot of different things we could watch. Are there any kinds of stories you enjoy?" Darius moved to offer his hand to Mara, ready to head out to the living room.
Mara climbed up onto his hand and gave him a confused look. “Well, I like good stories. Especially about things that I haven't seen or probably won't get to see. But I don't understand… Are movies just stories you can watch?” she asked.
"That's exactly what they are, actually," Darius said with a small chuckle. He raised Mara up to be near his chest, moving out to the living room.
"And I can find some movies about those things, for sure."
Mara smiled a little, glad that she had guessed right, and sat down as Darius carried her. “What are some of the stories you enjoy?” she asked him. Since he had asked her, she wanted to be polite and learn more about him.
"Well," Darius said, thinking as he moved to the living room. He sat down, looking around.
"Where you would like to sit?" He asked, still in thought as to what story he'd like to share with Mara.
Mara looked around at the room when he sat down and shrugged before pointing at the arm of the couch. “I can just sit over there.” she said, thinking the view would be pretty good.
"Mm." Darius moved his hand over, fingers uncurling to give her a flat surface to step down from.
"And my favorite story is a kid's tale, actually," he admitted. "It's about three children getting taken to a place called Neverland where they have to deal with the bad guys and the threat of growing up.
“Thank you.” Mara smiled as she stepped down to the arm of the couch. She nodded at his explanation as he told her about the story. “That sounds pretty interesting but what’s so bad about growing up?” she asked, crossing her legs as she sat down.
"Well," Darius said, shrugging some, "It's new, Different. There are more responsibilities and less friends, more things to do but less fun to be had. More freedoms, but less at the same time."
Mara nodded a little at the part about new responsibilities as well as it being different. “I guess so. I do miss being a kid but at the time I was kinda excited to grow up. My parents started taking me out more so I could help get stuff and practice for if or when I ended up on my own.” she admitted with a small smile. “I don't think I ever thought this much about it.”
"I was excited too," Darius admitted. "My parents would let me do more and more. I've, ah… thought a lot on it." It had loomed over him for quite some time. He let out a soft breath, picking up the television remote.
“I… I guess growing up is about the same for both of us.” Mara suggested softly. “It kinda means the same thing… the responsibilities are just a little different.”
"Yeah, I guess so too." Darius smiled just a bit, a nostalgic, almost sad smile. He missed his life before.
Mara tilted her head slightly as she smiled softly back, trying to be encouraging. “Are you alright?” she asked, a little curious and concerned why Darius seemed sad.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine!" Darius brightened up his smile a bit, letting out a breath.
"So, shall we pick a movie to watch, then?"