Well...
At least books are good, I suppose?
Wouldn't want to forsake my education entirely here, after all.
Going away for a bit... Doubt anyone will miss me. If you do, just know that I'll come back, 'kay?
Wouldn't want to forsake my education entirely here, after all.
Going away for a bit... Doubt anyone will miss me. If you do, just know that I'll come back, 'kay?
Osamu really didn't like to be laughed at, but he tried his best to wait patiently for the stranger to finish up with whatever it was that he had said that was so darned funny. Adjusting his glasses with his fingers, pushing them up on his nose, the boy managed to look annoyed and confused at the same time.
"I hope you're done", he bit off, before starting down the road, leading the way past huge, dark and looming buildings that with only a little imagination looked like they could bend over and eat the two of them alive. The streets were filled with different kinds of debris and garbage, and here and there there were small puddles of something that most certainly did not look like water. This place was getting creepier by the minute, really. It almost felt like the buildings themselves had eyes that watched them with ill intent, and somehow it wouldn't surprise the boy if a window above them would crack and glass shards would rain down on them, or something like that.
He wanted to break the uncomfortable silence, take his mind off any paranoid thought he might be having, and therefore he glanced over at Badou, and said with a strangely subdued voice:
"By the way... I'm Ichijouji Osamu, eleven years old from Tokyo, Japan. Where are you from?"
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