Kintla Flatlands i wanna know what good love feels like

need help?

the voice was slightly startling. he spun around to glare at whoever it was. part of him thought it was higoro or rather hoped it was. thanks to him, his life was left in even more ruin then it was before. issun would gladly rectify him for it.

this wasn’t higoro, just a stranger lending assistance. the simplicity of this interaction was so strange. life was so busy and cruel. things like this were few and far between.

sorry. issun tried to loosen up. it was forced and it showed. he still looked generally tense. yeah, help would be nice.