#toyourleft

Said he’d catch up with them, if she remembered correctly, and said he trusted her to find her way to.. Pearl Ridge? So the three of them headed there first -- Left was pretty young, and while she didn’t know his exact age, children went home first.

“The food was really good, but I think my favorite part were the performances. We didn’t do anything nearly as extravagant in the RFA! I should tell you more about them sometime, Left. Oh! Yoosung, did you meet any girls? I thought you...” Off on a ramble she went. It was late and it was dark, but the evening had been so wonderful she couldn’t bring herself to worry.

Well, this was probably map based on the texture and the folds. He could feel the print changes beneath his fingers, but unfortunately he could not read it. Upon further inspection, they were all the same. Admittedly, he had come across the display on accident, for he had come to Sector Four in hopes of searching the market district for something personally usable with what money he had on his person.

Finding the wall, hearing the tracks to his left, he walked along until he found the exist, grasping for the railing to lead him out of the train station. Instead, his hand found a piece of clothing not his own.

Pulling back, placed the hand in the air, left hand moving slightly at his side with the jerking motion.

The first call was made to his brother, almost as soon as Wright was conscious. It was the first number he memorized, which wasn’t too difficult. The two kept in touch often. But given the delicate nature of his near-death experience, and it being so close to Left’s...

...He had to worry about that later. Left would be worried sick; Wright was always available for contact. He dialed the number...

...

On ‘Hello,’ he began.

“Left, it’s me. I’m okay.”

That was the most important thing to assure him.

Wright’s costume didn’t take much effort. A black sweater, pants and shoes, with a cape and a witch hat. Subtle, but festive enough to where he wouldn’t have anyone question him. He wasn’t trick-or-treating for himself, of course, but he wanted to have Left enjoy the evening. He smiled as his younger brother returned with more sweet, saccharine loot.

“... if you grab a cup of punch, but it smells like rubbing alcohol, don’t drink it. If the wrapper is unsealed before you get the candy or the snack, throw it away. And if someone hands you candy that looks chalky and like pills, you...”

Rika looked ahead at Left expectantly. Was this overkill? Maybe, but she did promise to keep an eye on Left.

A kid? So the scientists weren’t ageist.

“Shouldn’t you be in school and not wandering around on your own? You might get yourself in some trouble.”

//NOOOOO HOW DID YOU MISS THIS (CAN’T WAIT FOR THE NONARY GAMES AAAAAA)