Noah wanted to be just like Ash, who he always called his uncle. Admiringly, he would always think about him. Ash was the most intriguing person he'd ever met. At first he wasn't fond of him having affairs with his big sister, but then he ultimately started loving him as much as his big sister. Ironic, it certainly was.
He had only just finished eating his pancakes; and had quickly dropped his dishes in the sink and ran off.Dianne, his dear sister, had chosen to him. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?" She kept her hands clutched to the broomstick she held. She was, unfortunately, quite germaphobic. Especially for someone living amidst the slums where rats were as prevalent as people.
