[The child disentangles himself from the mess and clambers out, careful not to drop any of his prize.
It's hard to get a read on his age, but with the way his threadbare kimono is simultaneously too small (the sleeves too short and hem coming up well past his ankles) and too big for his thin frame, he's probably about nine or ten, and his growth has likely either been stunted or he was always just the runt of whatever litter he sprung from.
He trots barefoot over to a pile of snow and grabs fistfuls of it, using it to clean any residue of trash from the bones. Satisfied that they are in an edible state, he begins to divide them up, one pile for him, and another for the stranger who helped him. No good letting a prize like this go to waste - why, they've barely started to smell funny! Perfectly safe to eat.]
Hey onii-san -
[The soup bones divided, he offers up one pile, brow knit in a very serious stare.]
- has a sarugaku troupe come through this city...?
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It's hard to get a read on his age, but with the way his threadbare kimono is simultaneously too small (the sleeves too short and hem coming up well past his ankles) and too big for his thin frame, he's probably about nine or ten, and his growth has likely either been stunted or he was always just the runt of whatever litter he sprung from.
He trots barefoot over to a pile of snow and grabs fistfuls of it, using it to clean any residue of trash from the bones. Satisfied that they are in an edible state, he begins to divide them up, one pile for him, and another for the stranger who helped him. No good letting a prize like this go to waste - why, they've barely started to smell funny! Perfectly safe to eat.]
Hey onii-san -
[The soup bones divided, he offers up one pile, brow knit in a very serious stare.]
- has a sarugaku troupe come through this city...?