Suddenly, I recalled a memory.
Not mine but Cale's.
_Kree...!Kree...!
A small boy sat on a swing, head down.
His face was burished, and his clothes dirty.
But the boy didn't seem to care as he continued to swing back and forth.
But he wasn't smiling or playing; he was just lost in thought.
In his hand was a torn piece of paper, completely ruined.
_Kree..!
A figure came and sat on the swing beside his.
A man. Black hair. A blindfold. Wearing a long black overcoat.
"Oh! Look what we have here. A sad little boy," The figure said,
"Are you still worried about your front tail?...HAHA! I was joking, alright. It wouldn't fall off. So relax."
But the boy ignored him.
"...What happened to your face? Did you fight with Nel again?"
".."
"Are you ignoring me now?"
The figure stood up, then sat in front of the boy holding his swing.
It looked at the boy with uttermost seriousness, then he made a ridiculous expression.
"BOWAA! Ignore this now, ROUW!"
".."
