May 23, 2017
The red scarf wrapped around the girl’s neck catches Seto’s eye. It’s a warm and bright color, something he is not quite used to seeing. He is well-acquainted with grays and shades faded brown from the elements, less familiar with primary color hues.
“I like your scarf! It’s even the same color as my bag, see?”
No one had ever stopped Seto to explain to him he had a snack tin attached to a pair of straps as a bag. After all, there hadn’t been anyone before the Terminal to tell him.
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