By the end of our trip to Kawachi Fuji Garden, we walked and rode a bus and a train back to Tokyo where I slept on Seikatu's shoulder— okay. My left hand is the support of my face when I sleep but I woke up at Seikatu's shoulder so it's an accident. It's an accident.
Soon enough, we're now walking on the streets of Shibuya City for my house.
“How did you know all of those things about my brother?” Seikatu asked pertaining to what I told him about Souru a while ago— about his and Souru's family, school and all.
I shrugged. “I can talk to Souru, you know. He told me those when I visited him. He's such a smart kid and always ready for negotiations.” remembering how he bargained something before in return of staying away from the rope.
He smiled. “He is. He wants to be an entrepreneur.”
