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Kyori smiled back down at the girl. He lowered himself gently to the ground to sit beside her on the opposite side of her journal. Resting his sack beside his left thigh, he stretched out his long legs and leaned back onto his palms. He looked over at her, his hair ruffling from the playful breeze.

Yeah, my mom is making me spend the money that I earned to buy her food.

A light chuckle bubbled up from his chest. In his projected thoughts, an image of his latest job popped up. He had been helping an old lady put up a fence alongside her stairs when he went to drive a nail into the wood and missed, slamming the hammer into his left hand's index finger. His pain in the image folded in on itself with pain but quickly vanished when he saw the old lady coming around the corner.

Realizing what was happening, Kyori quickly blurred the image. His face flushed and he flicked his eyes downward to his shoes. He remembered getting paid for both the finished job and for medicine for his finger from the old lady. That money was now the produce sitting idly in the brown sack beside him. His finger still throbbed from the thought of the hammer and he curled all of his fingers into a loose fist, trying to ignore the lingering mild pain.