Snippet #1909010

Masanori coughed quietly once more, his camera now securely on his neck. He shifted his backpack along his shoulder, picking up his pace along the sidewalk, the trees allowing the light to filter through and highlight his hair and shoulders. The boy craned his neck up to look at it appreciatively, and then continued along the walks. Masa picked at the sleeve of his pack before unzipping one of the pockets, picking out a cough drop and popping it into his mouth. He frowned lightly, then his eyes widened and he quickly kneeled down, his camera at the ready.

The boy had found a very intricate looking bird, and he was just about to press down on the button before there was a crashing sound on the other side of the street, and another student running across. The bird flew off, and that frown deepened and he groaned. However, it was shortly cut off as he saw someone pursuing him. Adrenaline kicked in, and he immediately got up from his squatting position. He called out loudly to the man who was pursuing the boy. "Hey, mister!" He waved one of his arms madly, his camera propped up in the other as he attempted to catch the attention of the man.

Without waiting for any response, he sped across the street, narrowly missing an incoming car, quickly going down the path and trying to catching up to him. "Mister!" He called once more, coughing quietly. "Guy, you have like the perfect look for this shoot I'm doing. Slow down, would you!?" The arm he had been previously flailing dropped down to his pants on a pocket. He felt the reassuring metal of the knife he always carried with him just in case. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, hoping to distract him. If this didn't work, he'd at least attempt to nick the guy somewhere by throwing his hunting knife.