In the middle of the day, when the sun was screeching and the streets were bustling, Sota was — per tradition — up to trouble. Perfect days like this called for perfect mischief, and following the events of yesterday, the boy decided that a crowded area would be his saving grace in the off chance that he was caught. Not that he would be, of course. But before he would get down to business, he needed a sugar kick. Or, he simply had a craving. Either way......
Maneuvering his way through the busy, large roads of the Oak district, Sota eventually settles for Azumi's dango shop. In the middle of the street, he spots the big banner, and simply — halts, interrupting the pace of those behind him. "Hey!" "Watch it, brat!" Nobody to which he offers an apology. Instead, he swaggers forward, nearly shoving into an older lady and pauses right by the short queue that'd formed for the popular shop.
One look to his left, another to his right, then he moves towards the first target he can spot. Throws a finger at them, and demands; "hey, you. Buy me a dango."
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wc: 192
Maneuvering his way through the busy, large roads of the Oak district, Sota eventually settles for Azumi's dango shop. In the middle of the street, he spots the big banner, and simply — halts, interrupting the pace of those behind him. "Hey!" "Watch it, brat!" Nobody to which he offers an apology. Instead, he swaggers forward, nearly shoving into an older lady and pauses right by the short queue that'd formed for the popular shop.
One look to his left, another to his right, then he moves towards the first target he can spot. Throws a finger at them, and demands; "hey, you. Buy me a dango."
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wc: 192