Second Verse, Third Line
[Issun hops about the corridors in search of answers like he promised Ammy he would do, but stops when he spots a strange area of wall. He sits back and stares up at the huge blurry image until his eyes water.]
Does no one in this world understand art? This picture is terrible!
[He stares for a long while, trying to make sense of the broad, stark strokes that keep moving and blurring together. After some time his head begins to hurt and he hops away quickly, although he can't get the image out of his head.
With his head hurting, though, he finds a nice safe place to lie down and take a nap--he's been hopping for hours before his little 'break' and he deserves it! Unfortunately his sleep is full of blurry, runny images of strange dog creatures and demons and mouths chewing and chomping and pain and he wakes up very, very quickly with a loud scream.]
Wh-what the heck was that?!
Does no one in this world understand art? This picture is terrible!
[He stares for a long while, trying to make sense of the broad, stark strokes that keep moving and blurring together. After some time his head begins to hurt and he hops away quickly, although he can't get the image out of his head.
With his head hurting, though, he finds a nice safe place to lie down and take a nap--he's been hopping for hours before his little 'break' and he deserves it! Unfortunately his sleep is full of blurry, runny images of strange dog creatures and demons and mouths chewing and chomping and pain and he wakes up very, very quickly with a loud scream.]
Wh-what the heck was that?!