Ice cream from the city is weird. Omori thinks to himself as he stands in front of the roadside stand selling a myriad of different flavors. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, green tea, cannoli... sea salt? Charcoal?
The boy stares at the menu, empty eyes and lack of color on his body unnerving the poor vendor behind the counter.
...It didn’t help that he tried to pay the man in clams earlier. He doesn’t quite know how currency works.
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