[ dois reais, picolé picolé the man shouts in an easy going and repetitive manner after each honk. shōyō’s mouth feels dry already, thinking about a sweet and sour passion fruit popsicles. ]
So, two turtles!
[ he remembers which is which more from the animal the bill has printed, and not the actual number. with the bicycle at a tilted stop, shōyō goes for his regular old backpack—
and freezes when he remembers that his wallet was stolen. maybe he should just keep sifting through his zippers and show so much of his shocking realization . . . . ]
I— just gotta find some change . . .
[ awkwardly, he bows his head and rummages faster. please let him find some change, the first time he’s about to pay for anything in which looks kind of like a date—! ]
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So, two turtles!
[ he remembers which is which more from the animal the bill has printed, and not the actual number. with the bicycle at a tilted stop, shōyō goes for his regular old backpack—
and freezes when he remembers that his wallet was stolen.
maybe he should just keep sifting through his zippers and show so much of his shocking realization . . . . ]
I— just gotta find some change . . .
[ awkwardly, he bows his head and rummages faster. please let him find some change, the first time he’s about to pay for anything in which looks kind of like a date—! ]