Mundane Modernity

“Has the plum of joy got a name?” the stranger asks, still a few feet too far from where Moomin is, a few feet too near for Moomin’s comfort.Moomin stares, shyly pointing to himself with reddening ears, “Me?”“Why, who else?” he smiles, soft and cool.“It’s Moomintroll,” he answers, a hand extending out of politeness. “Or just Moomin.”The other briefly looks at the hand for a moment, before taking it and shaking it rather lightly, “Snufkin.” Then he lets go, right as his name leaves his mouth.“Have you been…waiting for me?” Moomin asks, hand dropping to his side nervously.Snufkin shrugs, “I’d figure it would be better if I knew the name of the boy I was looking at before looking any further.”“I wanted to do the same thing!” Moomin exclaims, as if worried that Snufkin might be wondering why Moomin hadn’t done the same sooner. “But I could never find you.”“Probably because I didn’t want to be found,” Snufkin smiles again.“Why would you ever want that?” Moomin asks, rather confused.Snufkin doesn’t answer, merely glances away slowly with his lips still curled gently, “You better hurry or you’ll be late to class.”-Or, a Human AU for my amusement