[She should of known better than to flash her cellphone about in such a strange place. Now some curious, and rather tall Kedan are in possession of the device and don't seem to be in any hurry to give it back. In fact, it's something of a game to them, watching the young girl dash about and try to snag it from their hands.]
Joke's over, c'mon!
[For someone so small, she's definitely got fight in her.]
[6]
[There's so much food. So. Much. Food. Makoto doesn't know where to start. Sure there are important things she should be dealing with and trying to figure out, but the constant growling in her stomach is all the reason she needs to call an intermission and grab a bite to eat.
Only the marketplace is filled with fresh smells and aromas and try as she might, she can't decide just what she wants to eat first. Or rather what she can afford.
And so there's a short, petite Japanese girl standing in the street between a bunch of food vendors trying to count the money she has in her pouch without making it too obvious what she's doing. She's failing miserably. Subtle isn't one of Makoto's skills.
Just the same, she's failing to have enough money for what she wants to buy. Why do the best things have the cost the most? Why is her life so hard. Realizing she's lacking in funds for that big, steaming leg of some kind of bird, Makoto breathes a somewhat overdone sigh.]
Makoto Konno | The Girl Who Leapt Through Time
No! No I need that! Give that back!
[She should of known better than to flash her cellphone about in such a strange place. Now some curious, and rather tall Kedan are in possession of the device and don't seem to be in any hurry to give it back. In fact, it's something of a game to them, watching the young girl dash about and try to snag it from their hands.]
Joke's over, c'mon!
[For someone so small, she's definitely got fight in her.]
[6]
[There's so much food. So. Much. Food. Makoto doesn't know where to start. Sure there are important things she should be dealing with and trying to figure out, but the constant growling in her stomach is all the reason she needs to call an intermission and grab a bite to eat.
Only the marketplace is filled with fresh smells and aromas and try as she might, she can't decide just what she wants to eat first. Or rather what she can afford.
And so there's a short, petite Japanese girl standing in the street between a bunch of food vendors trying to count the money she has in her pouch without making it too obvious what she's doing. She's failing miserably. Subtle isn't one of Makoto's skills.
Just the same, she's failing to have enough money for what she wants to buy. Why do the best things have the cost the most? Why is her life so hard. Realizing she's lacking in funds for that big, steaming leg of some kind of bird, Makoto breathes a somewhat overdone sigh.]
Whyyyy...
[Whine.]