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'One might say that my life was fairly ordinary, or at least as ordinary as someone's life can be considered in this world. There was once an incredible war of giant robots and drills, but that has nothing to do with me - hell, I was just a kid living underground when that all went down, I was barely aware of any of it to begin with. I just followed everyone to the mysterious surface when it was all said and done, and life sort of began anew, so to speak. Now? I just help out at my parent's mechanical repair shop. I'm not much of a mechanic myself, so I just sort papers, answer calls, deal with customers - you could call me a secretary, but I prefer 'receptionist', thank you.
Even in what was arguably an extraordinary world, my position was firmly stapled in the average and mundane, and I never once had a problem with it.
That all changed, one brutally hot afternoon - I glimpsed something extraordinary, and you could say that's where it all really began.'
This, too, had begun as an ordinary day - his father in the shop working on one of his latest projects, his mother preparing their lunch, and Kyon himself resting lazily against the counter near the entrance, fanning himself lazily as the seconds ticked by. His outfit was a plain, slightly wrinkled white tank top and a pair of slightly worn jeans; he wasn't exactly dressed to impress, but come on. Who was he supposed to impress? Their customers were mostly cheery old men with dirtier outfits than his, so there was no reason to dress up.
A yawn escaped him, loud and open, and he wondered if they'd even see another customer today. Squinting out the window, he sighed under his breath. Ah, it was definitely too hot today.
Even in what was arguably an extraordinary world, my position was firmly stapled in the average and mundane, and I never once had a problem with it.
That all changed, one brutally hot afternoon - I glimpsed something extraordinary, and you could say that's where it all really began.'
This, too, had begun as an ordinary day - his father in the shop working on one of his latest projects, his mother preparing their lunch, and Kyon himself resting lazily against the counter near the entrance, fanning himself lazily as the seconds ticked by. His outfit was a plain, slightly wrinkled white tank top and a pair of slightly worn jeans; he wasn't exactly dressed to impress, but come on. Who was he supposed to impress? Their customers were mostly cheery old men with dirtier outfits than his, so there was no reason to dress up.
A yawn escaped him, loud and open, and he wondered if they'd even see another customer today. Squinting out the window, he sighed under his breath. Ah, it was definitely too hot today.