I notice the older one take the younger's hand, wonder briefly if they're brothers, decide that's almost certainly not the case, and decide just then that it's not any of my business what their friendship or relationship is like. Am I really one to talk about anything, anymore? Besides, there's something about the younger of the two. An old sort of energy.
"My home." I answer with what I hope is an encouraging smile. "Zawame City, to be more specific. Do you know of it?"
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Date: 2015-04-08 01:04 pm (UTC)"My home." I answer with what I hope is an encouraging smile. "Zawame City, to be more specific. Do you know of it?"