He said, nodding, holding up a bag of stuff that he had grabbed when he was heading home from the butcher's shop. "I told you I was coming, remember?" His expression was hopeful, sweet, impossible for some kid to even go through with those things he said, right? He was landing on the ground in his bare feet, dressed in only an untucked collared shirt and a pair of black shorts, blood stains all over the sleeves and edges.
Sora was stepping forward quickly, peering down at Shouichi with a thoughtful expression. "You don't look all that great, ne~"