“Hey kid, you alright. See some punk kid bein' dillweed. Need me I go talk to him straighten things out or somethin’” Isamu gave a none too impressed half glance at the park grounds and rolled his head from side to side and sighed. “Kids these days, no respect I tell yeah.”
“I’m...I’m good. Scared him off, I think,” she said, sitting on the swing. “He won’t bother me anymore....thanks though.”

















