[They are both a non-expressive pair. He didn’t rush, walked up to Oda’s arm. Whether this is real or a dream, he didn’t want to wake up from. He nods, agreeing with Oda. Though the blood on the doctor’s sleeve is still there, he remained the same. The boy already apologized, the man accepted it. It was water under the bridge.]
He gave me an apple.
[And then he pulls another apple from his pocket to give.]
This is for you Odasaku-san.
[Well, maybe he stole the apple from Maruki’s stash, minor details.]
no subject
He gave me an apple.
[And then he pulls another apple from his pocket to give.]
This is for you Odasaku-san.
[Well, maybe he stole the apple from Maruki’s stash, minor details.]