#pervyclaire

"Uh, who are you? You aren't from around here so you look awfully suspicious to me!"

      There was nothing as good as the feeling after working at the dojo. She may not look or smell the best but Yuki always had a smile on her face. Sometimes, she didn't want to stop so she practiced the moves she learned while working at the park. At the moment, Yuki was fighting against an invisible opponent in the park.

Minato sat on a bench outside Port Island Station, the sun beating down softly through the clouds. Minako sat next to him, having fallen asleep with her headphones over her ears. He could hear the music playing over the din of the busy station, only the bass-line making it to his eardrums, leaving him to guess at the tune. There were so many people around, all new faces in the bustling city, that Minato found himself staring at each new person that passed by his seat, wondering absently who they were and where they were going.

          "粉雪ねえ心まで白く染められたなら  二人の孤独を分け合う事ができたのかい   ♪~"          The lyrics were of sad Japanese phrases and when Layla sang, one could hear her obvious foreign accent in her Japanese, plus her voice was small, rather timid and high pitched. It wasn't that good like an artist, but it wasn't unpleasant to hear either. While not really minding the people around her, she kept on singing lowly to herself while mouth continued on singing the same song as she walked through the rather quiet street. 

"Um... Hi young lady, are you los- why do I bother asking that, no one would willingly come out here....."