foodchewing, sacredmiko-kikyo, rhythmicmelodies, imitatio-dei
His grandparent's place was far into the rural area. There wasn't any tall skycrapers or even much tecnology, but it was a nice and quiet place. Plenty of the people that lived here were older and very close together. It was a nice change from the cold atmosphere he carried at home.
Every now and then, he'd see some people closer to his age--which wasn't much, to be honest. A lot of the elders were, in his mind, more than five times his age, considering how old he was at the moment, it wasn't that much, but it was old enough for them to pass him by with the casual nickname 'squirt', 'kiddo', or whatever clever thing they could come up for him. This time around, his eye caught someone entirely new. Their clothes unfamiliar to their surroundings. "You're different."
