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Han flipped his sunglasses up and frowned. He’d thought an afternoon at one of the only magical inns he could find with a pool would be relaxing, but he hadn’t counted on the kids constantly screaming. Them he could ignore. His sun being blocked by someone else putting up an umbrella? That was crossing a line.
“Excuse me,” he said, sitting up. “Do you might? You could go pretty much anywhere else in the whole place, just not right in that exact spot.” He kept a smile on his face, hoping they would take it as gentle rubbing and not the start of a fight. He was here to relax, not argue over stupid things.
When he’d decided to come to England to look for his sister, Oskar imagined that he’d actually spend time looking for her. Instead, he was taking this time to actually relax. He’d gone from school to the job in a short period of time that he never got the time to actually relax or think about what he wanted. All of that was thought for him. In England, it seemed like the world was his. He could figure out what he wanted without his parents around to influence him. Of course, he know that would only last until he could stop coming up with excuses.
“Oh. Sorry.” He’d been trying to find a spot without a bunch of screaming children around. That seemed almost impossible. “Do people here just let their children act like this in public?”