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The short, dark-haired boy had claimed a high-backed armchair that dwarfed him, no matter that he was tall for his apparent age. He seemed fairly comfortable in it, however. He was smiling at the passersby, with a contagious grin that never quite left his face, no matter how strange these strangers were. He looked pretty much like the average eleven-year-old Japanese boy, except perhaps for his air of comfortable maturity and odd style of dress, which tended more to a formal European style; slacks, buttonfront, and matching vest. He adjusted his cuffs, leaned forward, and finally spoke.
"I have some time to wait," Eriol said. "Tell me, Nexus, what do you do to pass the time?"
"I have some time to wait," Eriol said. "Tell me, Nexus, what do you do to pass the time?"