Snippet #1991083

Nirane blinked and followed Kenta. "If I had thought you were an elementary schooler, I would have acted different." She caught up with him and poked his arm, "So how old are you?" She thought about it. He was probably younger. Maybe 15. He was kinda short...Hm. God, this place was nasty clean. It gave her a headache. She was actually getting a little light headed from it. Nirane stopped in the hallway for a second and sat down in a chair, setting her hand on her head. The smell of cleaners and medicine. That was it.


Fuyona shrugged. "Where do you think he would go? It's hard for me to decide when I've never met him," she looked around. Town seemed pretty busy. Which was kind of strange, really. Fuyona's phone rang. She jumped and searched her bag frantically for it before finally pressing it against her ear.
"Hello?"
"Fuyona." Fuyona bit her lip, closing her eyes for a second before answering.
"Hi dad," she said quietly.
"We'll be sending your allowance and budget money today. If it isn't there by tomorrow night, let me now." The line went dead as Fuyona cringed a little and placed it back into her bag. For whatever reason, she always expected an I love you at the end, and was always disappointed when there wasn't one. She shook her head and smiled at how stupid she could be.


Satoshi looked around and walked over to look at some of the drawings.
"You're all so good at drawing!" He exclaimed.