“I just don’t understand.”
Were the words uttered by Naohiro as he sat at the front of his newly stolen cart. The wooden cart riding steadily ahead upon the stone road. In one hand he held the lead to the donkey that dragged the cart ahead, a donkey that he had also stolen. From the same farmer as well. The farm he’d acquired his ill-gotten gains was just close enough that he felt like it’d be easier then walking. In Naohiro’s other hand laid a half-eaten carrot, a small snack that he’d stolen from the donkey.
“I just don’t understand,” Naohiro repeated, chewing on the carrot, “How is this a treat to donkeys? This carrot horrible! Its almost as bad as Watashi’s eyesight. About as dull too.”
Naohiro gave a wide grin as he cracked his jokes. In the back of the cart, he’d offered space for his partners in crime to ride with. The cart finally made it around another of the stone roads turns, showing through the mountainous landscape the crew’s destination. The white-haired performer had a target in mind and there was only one place he could think to get it …
Port Cirrus
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” Naohiro introduced, tossing the carrot aside to throw his hand outward for effect, “To Port Cirrus! If you’re looking for anything, this is the place to get it. Yen, gold, women or just getting stabbed. This wonderland does it all!”
Rising from his position at the front of the cart, the white-haired boy spun on his heel towards the others in the back of the cart. He’d chosen to wear his favourite white robe today, with some fitting light brown pants to complement his sandal footwear. He gave another grin as he glanced at them.
“Anyone looking to get any souvenirs before I explain the plan?” He asked with a smirk, throwing his hand outward in a dramatic shrug, “We might be in a bit of a hurry once we get started …”
Were the words uttered by Naohiro as he sat at the front of his newly stolen cart. The wooden cart riding steadily ahead upon the stone road. In one hand he held the lead to the donkey that dragged the cart ahead, a donkey that he had also stolen. From the same farmer as well. The farm he’d acquired his ill-gotten gains was just close enough that he felt like it’d be easier then walking. In Naohiro’s other hand laid a half-eaten carrot, a small snack that he’d stolen from the donkey.
“I just don’t understand,” Naohiro repeated, chewing on the carrot, “How is this a treat to donkeys? This carrot horrible! Its almost as bad as Watashi’s eyesight. About as dull too.”
Naohiro gave a wide grin as he cracked his jokes. In the back of the cart, he’d offered space for his partners in crime to ride with. The cart finally made it around another of the stone roads turns, showing through the mountainous landscape the crew’s destination. The white-haired performer had a target in mind and there was only one place he could think to get it …
Port Cirrus
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” Naohiro introduced, tossing the carrot aside to throw his hand outward for effect, “To Port Cirrus! If you’re looking for anything, this is the place to get it. Yen, gold, women or just getting stabbed. This wonderland does it all!”
Rising from his position at the front of the cart, the white-haired boy spun on his heel towards the others in the back of the cart. He’d chosen to wear his favourite white robe today, with some fitting light brown pants to complement his sandal footwear. He gave another grin as he glanced at them.
“Anyone looking to get any souvenirs before I explain the plan?” He asked with a smirk, throwing his hand outward in a dramatic shrug, “We might be in a bit of a hurry once we get started …”