The afternoon Sun forced them under hats, even though the shade of clouds were present. The bricks of whites and browns made the streets.
City lamps of metal blared reflective light onto onlookers; the citizens went about their business as if it were any other day. "This is all the same as before," Jotou looked from under a hat made of straw.
The city that took up a lot of land, buildings and shops, alleyways apart. The housing area they explored, just so Jotou could check everything—tightly packed and alleys were dirt rather than brick.
Bicycles and carts passed, much like Kria, though, one thing had not occured—yet. A blue parasol she held when Jotou glanced over… 'Our fun little talk.' Jotou smiled for a moment, but why hadn't Hotaru approached with the parasol yet?
"Hey," Hotaru called over, "I know you don't like the heat, come stand in the shade."
