Emporio doesn't know what he expected to see when he woke up. More accurately, what he didn't expect, perhaps. When you get used to a place, used to sleeping in the same spot year after year after all, it isn't so much the expectation of what you'll see that becomes surprising.
It's instead when anything changes at all. It's the fact that there shouldn't be any surprises in the first place.
The boy in a baseball uniform groans, and pulls himself to his feet. Confusion for his surroundings takes priority over any fear. It feels more like being in a dream. Maybe, just maybe, it is one in fact. The carvings on the stones only seem to emphasize it. Maybe he's stuck too much on the fact that he lives hiding inside the walls of a prison. That's probably it.
With a swallow, an idle rub of his arm- t-shirt uniforms really aren't great for the chill, not when you're from Florida- he thus starts to wander.
Maybe you'll miss him. He's small after all, only 4'7''. Maybe you'll spot him in a flash- white baseball uniform, pristine and striped? Blond hair and skin that hasn't seen the sun in however long?
Well, either way.
He certainly doesn't want to be seen by any of you. Not when he has no idea who anyone is.
Emporio Alniño | JJBA:P6 - [WILL AVOID LATE SPOILERS BY DEFAULT; PLEASE NOTE IF SPOILERS ARE FINE]
Emporio doesn't know what he expected to see when he woke up. More accurately, what he didn't expect, perhaps. When you get used to a place, used to sleeping in the same spot year after year after all, it isn't so much the expectation of what you'll see that becomes surprising.
It's instead when anything changes at all. It's the fact that there shouldn't be any surprises in the first place.
The boy in a baseball uniform groans, and pulls himself to his feet. Confusion for his surroundings takes priority over any fear. It feels more like being in a dream. Maybe, just maybe, it is one in fact. The carvings on the stones only seem to emphasize it. Maybe he's stuck too much on the fact that he lives hiding inside the walls of a prison. That's probably it.
With a swallow, an idle rub of his arm- t-shirt uniforms really aren't great for the chill, not when you're from Florida- he thus starts to wander.
Maybe you'll miss him. He's small after all, only 4'7''. Maybe you'll spot him in a flash- white baseball uniform, pristine and striped? Blond hair and skin that hasn't seen the sun in however long?
Well, either way.
He certainly doesn't want to be seen by any of you. Not when he has no idea who anyone is.