ore ga dare daka shitteruka?
It was depressing, walking next to the police officer. The man was unhappy. Now that he'd finished fooling around and venting his frustration (bottled up from the ship's captain, probably), the boy named Crow could feel it radiating off 'Rupert' in waves. Not quite sadness, maybe, but certainly an underlying unhappiness, the sensation of being a misfit, the instinctive lack of trust for the rest of humanity. It was painful, the way Kafka had been painful, only amplified. At least Kafka had been willing to talk. Silence was depressing.
...frankly, however, being awake this early in the morning was depressing.
Heaving a sigh, Crow stretched his arms in a comfortably swooping circle, not dissimilar to a rook shaking out its wings. They'd wandered purposefully through the early morning traffic, past buildings which were far from the beautiful nature around the library back home. At last he caught sight of a park. It got him grinning again, casting a glance at the man to see if he could slip off and curl up in a tree--
--something in the air changed. The boy perked, as if listening, then again grabbed onto the officer's arm again, tugging him toward a building apparently at random. Someone from home was here, in that building, smelling like stone and flower and mountain. It was comforting; he wanted to be near it as soon as possible.
...frankly, however, being awake this early in the morning was depressing.
Heaving a sigh, Crow stretched his arms in a comfortably swooping circle, not dissimilar to a rook shaking out its wings. They'd wandered purposefully through the early morning traffic, past buildings which were far from the beautiful nature around the library back home. At last he caught sight of a park. It got him grinning again, casting a glance at the man to see if he could slip off and curl up in a tree--
--something in the air changed. The boy perked, as if listening, then again grabbed onto the officer's arm again, tugging him toward a building apparently at random. Someone from home was here, in that building, smelling like stone and flower and mountain. It was comforting; he wanted to be near it as soon as possible.