#satoshi 01

Maybe she wouldn’t have been so unfamiliar with the other regions if she was let out of Aelluria once in a while.

All Midna really wanted was a day to herself in Frostias; was that too much to ask? Sure, there was an assassination attempt, but that was a few years ago... Okay, maybe two, but she had a bodyguard. She was sure that she was safe.

Her main reason for coming was because she heard of a small art class that she figured she could, as cheesy to her as it sounded, make some friends. She was twenty; she could have gone out and probably meet some people at a library or something, but unfortunately, as good as she was with continuing, starting conversations with people around her age group wasn’t her forte.

The art class was held in the back of an art store (surprise, surprise), and there were about ten or eleven people. The teacher didn’t appear to show up yet, and some others were showing off their sketches and pieces. Her own sketchbook was at her side, and what caught her eye was a younger boy sitting in the corner, drawing beautifully. Now was maybe a good shot.

“Hi.” She put on the best smile she could muster.

Naturally, Riku wasn’t the most social of people, despite what others may think. A good chunk of the time, he wasn’t really interested in meeting new people, he preferred hanging out with the people he was already familiar with, such as Namine or Kairi. But that didn’t mean he didn’t care about others. He always had the intention of doing the right thing when the time came.

From the other side of the street, he could see something fall out of a boy’s pocket, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He quickly made his way over to the side of the street the boy with the blue hair was walking on, and bent down to see what it was that fell out of his pocket. It only took him a few seconds before he started jogging to catch up with the boy to return what he had lost.

She never really saw herself as... “good” with kids. Babies and toddlers always seemed to get on their nerves, and it wasn’t really their fault. They were just... kids.

Good thing this kid was a teenager, and thankfully, according to her wonderful coworker, Kei, calm and collected. Quiet. Introverted. She didn't want to accidentally end up making the kid upset, or worse, having the kid misbehave and get upset with her. Ohhhh, she hated being the bad guy.

The meeting was supposed to go like this: she'd meet the kid outside the police station, show him around with some of the cases and shit she'd be doing, then probably give him a front seat view of her training; all of the stuff the kid would have to go through if he was going to be in the same field as his dad.

Although, she honestly got a bad vibe from his dad. She thought he was a bit of an ass.

Well, Undyne, here goes nothing.

She opened the door to the outside, and held up a sign that said 'SATOSHI.' Hopefully there'd be no other kids named Satoshi around, and hopefully, he'd know who she was.

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“Aᴡ, ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ, ᴋɪᴅ!” Bill doesn’t even take a second thought before pointing out the teen hunched over the books he carried off in his arms.

“Jᴜsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴏᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ DOWN ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ!” Despite any possible cue from the kid to signal he wanted to be left alone, Bill pressed on, following behind like a shadow, shoes clicking persistently on paved sidewalk.

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Ken wasn’t sure how he felt about actually needing a study buddy for the first time in... he couldn’t even say. It was certainly an odd feeling for him, but getting good grades was a bit more important clinging to his introverted nature. Convincing himself to ask another student to be his study companion was challenging, but Ken did get the young man named Satoshi to agree and he’d given Ken his address and a time to show up. They didn’t have the most friendly and heart-warming kind of conversation that some “instant friends” had, but Ken was just thankful that someone had agreed at all.

Ken was so thankful that, as he walked down the street looking at each address carefully, he held a bag with a gift carefully aloft. The books he needed were in a bag on his back, but the item he carried needed to be held upright so the precious cheesecake he had made didn’t get turned into some kind of cheesecake mush in a tin. Ken only realized when he was almost to his study buddy’s home that it was probably a bit much to bring a whole cake just in thanks for being a study-friend.

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