0 0 4 ; building a house of sand / don't you want to go down in history?
Kanon is high above the streets, riding as fast as he can across the twining road of roofs, only occasionally coming down low for things like Meganebashi. The water is just too beautiful to ignore. Sometimes he stumbles, sometimes he falls, and his knees of his jeans are raggedly torn apart, revealing scrapes to match the ones on his hands. But he stops, he never stops, he just keeps going.
Eventually, though, you need breath and you need to stop, and he's hitting his endpoint. Hitting the top of a monument with a thud from the careless ignorance of slowing his speed, pieces of rock crumble down and he almost stumbles again.
This time, however, he catches himself.
Easy.
Eventually, though, you need breath and you need to stop, and he's hitting his endpoint. Hitting the top of a monument with a thud from the careless ignorance of slowing his speed, pieces of rock crumble down and he almost stumbles again.
This time, however, he catches himself.
Easy.