The big shark and the two game consoles have already been taken to grandpa by my cousin.
The old man has a car there, which is perfect for putting things.
Continuing to walk through the night market, which is a blend of numerous lights and colors, various small cart kiosks are distributed along both sides.
Here, the bright lights and the orange-red lanterns at each stall make the place exceptionally lively.
The faint scent of barbecue interweaves among the laughter of the crowd.
Hanamaru Hanabi lightly sniffed the air, the glow of the lights dancing in her violet eyes.
At the kiosk surrounded by people ahead, an uncle wearing a white cloth on his head was busy making takoyaki.
"Want to eat something?" Uesugi Sakura lowered his hand, letting his sleeve fall.
One must say, the loose yukata is extremely comfortable, with that silk texture feeling like a young girl's soft hands caressing the skin.
