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Who: Neku and Rin
What: Dinner and a bit of smalltalk.
When: Around late evening.
Where: Downtown L.A., Little Tokyo
Rating: PG
Strange was the word.
Neku was leaning against one of the temple columns, hands in his pockets and... watching. Standing asides from the crowd, his eyes flickered from one place to another. The girl with the yellow skirt. The grandma's phone. An American. A Japanese. Everyone's forming a single mass of entity and moving. Always moving.
It reminded him of Shibuya, but at the same time, not. He sighed.
Nine thirty. The appointed time. ...Did she get lost? He had choosen this temple to make things easier...
What: Dinner and a bit of smalltalk.
When: Around late evening.
Where: Downtown L.A., Little Tokyo
Rating: PG
Strange was the word.
Neku was leaning against one of the temple columns, hands in his pockets and... watching. Standing asides from the crowd, his eyes flickered from one place to another. The girl with the yellow skirt. The grandma's phone. An American. A Japanese. Everyone's forming a single mass of entity and moving. Always moving.
It reminded him of Shibuya, but at the same time, not. He sighed.
Nine thirty. The appointed time. ...Did she get lost? He had choosen this temple to make things easier...