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 ( Read more... )

Kanon is waiting ( Read more... )