sooooo hal, besides the pinata, is there anyone on the island you acquaint yourself with? any friends?
“… Not really no. The closest thing to a friend I have would probably be Arfur since I’m usually at the Inn whenever I have spare cash.” he sighs, holding his head in one palm. He’s sat crosslegged in the grass, a thick book in his other hand.
After a moment he looks up again, “… Lately I have been talking a bit with the other gardeners. Patch’ suggested that it’d be good for me, making friends that is.” Hal glances back at his book, a thumb stroking over the aged pages. It was a thick novel but not particularly dense word wise. The cover was a shiny blue, faded and slightly burnt in places. It seemed to be some kind of children’s novel.
“I don’t really care either way. I think the others find me too intimidating to consider friendship.
“…… though it would be nice.”