It was weird. The streets that Riley and Alice Prime were walking on right now were clean — there was no rubble, no debris, not even a single crying child. The streets, they were normal. Everyone was just going on about their days, with some busier than the others as they seemingly walked faster or pressed the horns of their cars.
In almost all cases, there would be no issue in this type of normality — but this type of normality was no longer normal in the world Riley walks in. And he walks these streets with his silky, white, frilly dress bouncing with each step; the fake flower pinned on his short brown hair, almost glittering as it reflects the sunlight peacefully veiling him.
"Pft…"
Alice, who was walking with Riley, was circling around him as she took videos of him walking with a certain bounce in his steps; elegant, and yet approachable at the same time — courtesy of Hera's teachings.
"Psst, Riley."
"...Yes?"
"Hurk, my kokoro."
