Acel
I continue looking out the window. "I guess we are fair then. Your glasses, the butterfly." My voice is rough and crackly.
Te Anou
I peek out of the kitchen, listening to the conversation. Are these Shiryōs too? I thought.
I continue looking out the window. "I guess we are fair then. Your glasses, the butterfly." My voice is rough and crackly.
Te Anou
I peek out of the kitchen, listening to the conversation. Are these Shiryōs too? I thought.


