Snippet #1702911

Kohaku Nakamura

Kohaku ruffled Luca's hair again. "You're pretty good for a kid, you know. I think you're meant for this. Not me." He sat down on a chair next to Luca. He thought that this place was exausting already. "So how old are you anyways? I hate to say it but you look like your meant to be in middle school. And that kid," he said as he pointed to Takahiro, "looks like a freakin' elemetery schooler. If that makes sense." He always found it funny how short people were these days. "And you're as thin as a freakin' stick. Do you have any muscle at all?" Kohaku wiggled Luca's arm then poked his side for emphisis.