☆ edge | mirror's edge au with noblessedenightingale
Footsteps were muffled on carpet as the boy was lead along, his arm being held by a large hand, and his pace being quickened due to the older man's longer legs. Being lead through the hospital was scary enough without being tugged along; basically forced to cooperate.
The boy was small, his hair messed up and cuts and bruises on his arms, knees and legs. His clothes were dirty and torn, baring most of his legs and arms to the world. Clearly, he was a poor child. A street child. Someone who had been born and raised on the street.
Now, however, the boy was being lead through the clean hospital to a room - just a plain examintion room. The man entered first, before he picked up the boy and sat him on the bed that was a little too high for him to get up on his own.
While the boy remained expressionless; his gaze focused on nothing in particular, the man turned to the woman who he'd been told would be waiting for him. Well, she was the one who had volunteered to loko after a child who would soon train to be a Runner, after all. He straightened his tie and glanced to the blue-haired boy, before back at the woman.
"Wenhe-san," the man greeted calmly. His voice, however, caused the street boy to jump and glance at him. Though there was still no emotion in his gaze, it was clear that he did not trust either of the adults in the room.
Taking no notice of this, however, the man gestured to the boy.
"He's all yours. His name is Tetsuya."
And then he left; with not a word of goodbye. Tetsuya looked to Wenhe, a hand raising up to play with locks of his hair that were longer than the rest of his hair; though it was all messy and dirty.
"Um...hello,"
he greeted softly, averting his gaze to look at the window. He'd been told before they'd arrived; he'd be cleaned up, have blood tests done, be given shots to make sure he was vaccinated and be cleaned up. And, apparently, he'd be looked after by this woman. Tetsuya had been told to call her 'Wenhe-san', so he supposed that was what he'd have to call her.
His legs kicked back and forth, slowly and gently. The blue-haired child looked down at his feet and paused to stretch one leg out, before letting it dangle and looking to the woman again.
And still he didn't say another word aside from his greeting. Instead, Tetsuya chose to wait for her to respond, hoping she wasn't mean or strict. Maybe, just maybe she wouldn't be a controlling person. She looked nice enough, at least.
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