"Say, Kaito? May I ask you a question?" Aoko said one day, while they waited for one of Kaito's shows to come on. He was fascinated with Karmen Yaiba, just like any other child would be and they had come to an agreement. If Kaito watched Aoko's girly soap operas with her, she would watch children's cartoons and such with him.
Kaito tilted his head to the side questioningly. "Yes."
"How old are you?" she said and he looked at her for a couple more moments, confusion etched into his smooth skin.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, age? How many years have you been a part of the world?" Aoko pressed and he frowned and scrunched his eyebrows together.
"Age? Aoko, I don't understand." He told her, waiting for her to provide an explanation.
She sighed. "You know about days and weeks, right?" He nodded. "Well, there's 4 weeks in a month and twelve months in a year. You age is how many years have gone by since you were created. So, if you were guessing, how many years has it been since you were made?"
Kaito puzzled over this for a long time. Aoko waited and the recap of the last episode of Yaiba started in the meantime. As it ended, Kaito spoke.
"50. I think it's been 50 'years'. But I might be a little wrong; math is still kind of hard." Kaito said and Aoko gaped at him.
"50, Kaito? But....Kaito, you don't look a day over 20, and that's stretching it!" she said and he looked worried, not so much from what she was saying, but because of the upset way that she managed to say it.
"I'm, sorry, Aoko. Did I say something bad? I won't say it again, I promise." He told her and she shook herself and smiled reassuringly at him.
"No, no, it's not your fault, I overreacted. You said exactly the right thing. We're missing your show, though, want me to rewind? I did get DVR for a reason, you know."
Kaito smiled at her, glad to know he hadn't done anything wrong. "Yes, please."
I could've sworn I'd already loaded this one. Sorry!