It was interesting how Yukiteru was slowly getting accustomed this strange experimental world. It had taken a while to finally get himself to venture out and see everything for what it was — the people were a different thing altogether — but he decided it was for the best. He hadn’t exactly spoken to anyone out of fear… that wasn’t necessarily new though, was it? The boy always stayed away from communication with others— it was better for him. Well, no, easier. He had trouble expressing himself in his own world already.
What do I do?
He stared down at his blank cellphone. It didn’t take long for a disgruntled huff to come next before Yukiteru pushed it into his pocket. Really, it was so different having to experience things for himself and not for the sake of recording them in his diary. His habit had been cut clean off.
Without really paying attention to his surroundings, he trudged through his sector like an angry toddler who hadn’t gotten the toy they wanted. It was around then he ran into someone else, the build small and delicate-like.
“A-ah— I’m sorry!” Yukiteru spluttered.