The small steps went hand in hand with the big footsteps beside him. They walked through the streets that were already familiar to their heads.
The small bus stop with iron chairs that only fit two or three people. Now filled by the two of them. Time showed that it would still take a while for the next bus to come.
The clouds above them had dimmed quickly. The afternoon on the road they passed was not crowded. Aito liked a quiet atmosphere like this, even though the two of them didn't talk much, but they felt each other's presence.
He didn't know about Junan. However, Aito hoped to be able to linger here. His legs swung short as he sat on the bus stop chair, not touching the floor.
Junan saw that the atmosphere of his little friend beside him was good. Enjoying playing with his own world, so he didn't disturb him.
