“excuse me...” teary-eyed and uncertain, kanna approaches only after several moments of deliberation, but this boy seems kind from a distant glance, and she is desperate. she speaks with a soft determination, but her words are muffled behind the sleeve she presses to her mouth, while another arm hugs around her waist. “those other kids, they... they took kanna’s bucket. kanna really needs to get it back. did you maybe see which way they went?” / @hatemyself1999














