This City’s Only Big Enough for ONE Pinecone ➹ Peko
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[➹] His first thought about this place was totally correct. This city sucked. There was nothing to do, no places to get a freaking parfait (not that he had any money, but he could probably figure something out. Maybe he should get a job?)
Hase just wanted to know who he had to punch to get out of this city. He had yet to even meet his roommates and could only hope that none of them were...well, irritating. Not that hiding in his room was a viable option or anything. Walking outside in this place was similar to the forest--everything was overrun by nature.
Although green was a normal color. He’d give that much credit, at the very least. With his hands in his pockets he kept his gaze focused on the sidewalk, scuffing his shoes against the pavement.
“I hate this place!” It hadn’t even been this long, but he saw a great rock to take his anger out on. So putting his soccer skills to use (what? He played when he was like eight or something) he reared his foot back and kicked it as hard as he could.
It didn’t make him feel better. Although as he followed the path of the rock, it soared right into some shorty’s forehead. A...familiar shorty, though. Hase squinted, trying to remember where he had seen him.
He wasn’t even sorry.
