{ mydistantvoice }–––;
–––{ hmm hmm––; }
Quiet hums tinted with nonchalance escaped through narrow lips; a melody sticking in the boy's head like a memento. Standing in a line for the past ten minutes, his patience began to wear out; orange hues travelling all across the crowded room. Cue his foot starting to tap impatiently, Daisuke let out an avid grunt – he really-really wanted his cup of coffee ( when did he begin to drink, he had no memory; ) but his attention immediately drifted towards a small faux wallet sitting on the tiled floors – having felt from its owner's back pocket.
`to help or to-not help,´-esque dilemmas passed through the kid's mind. Certainly, it was more morally correct to aid the stranger ( just like how he wished he got helped a few years ago ) but it just happened to be his turn to order. And really – sooner or later the man will notice that his wallet is missing and report or someth–– Daisuke's far-fetched theories were immediately cut when he noticed a very suspicious woman glaring at the object lying on the ground.
`… to hell with my order,´ he thought as he got out of the line ( trying to ignore the 'thank god' that followed shortly ) and snatched the wallet; almost feeling the distasteful glare coming from the potential thief. Turning on his heel, Daisuke faced the back of the stranger and called out 'sir' a couple of times before realizing that he wasn't able to hear his calls. Stepping on his toes to gain some height, the boy tapped onto the man's shoulder – at least that way he could get his attention.
